the girl who changed her mind

funny, I suppose:
the gardener,
cut short
by the thorns
of the rose;

that while I was
imagining teacups,
you were
checking out pickups;

and now I try
to imagine
how the karma
that you set in motion
will fill up your seas,
instead of
draining the ocean:

and I almost wished you luck, too.



April 11, 2009. Last one, I promise. You remember promises.

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