my two cents

by kairo

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-05-29 13:12:00

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When my imagination speaks
I dream
and without effort I slip away
inside my head where I feel safe.
in there
where the crepe curtains billow
around the mountain
of my sheets and sheets
of melting
night words
where i am in the middle
tenting up these curtains
that either allow the day
of imagination in
or out
or in
or out.
this is where i sit
where i listen
to your voice
and this bird
and these gardens of tulips
that are blooming all around.

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