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the palm of your wave
I wrote this last nite: Feb 5th 2011
bad waves
on the hotel road
travel almost a
million miles
but the full
moon
couldn't keep up
with the flowers.
we froze-
who me?
I will grab it
from the sky
and you-
by the ears;
sand, moon,
earth.
Blueberry
pie.
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