I made you the way
that I make a pie crust:
with planning in the flat of my palm.
I chose you
from among the parti-colored
beans in a zig-zag row
for the blue bird on your shoulder.
You know you are an unlimited
gift certificate
to Neiman Marcus,
the silk of a Chinese scarf.
I wove you along with
a paddy of rice
tucked away in my Prada purse
tight.
Roll along like the muddy river you are.
Your contents are pebbled
and strong, little sprout,
your roots are as thick
as white gravy.
Please tell me what you think
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As always, you show mastery of words and sensation as easily as water can turn into rain and I am left now and evermore bowing...
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Thank you, girl. I have missed this. Hugs!
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wow, this poem had a lot of vivi ddetails in it which is always a very good thing. good poem. i liked reading it
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Thank you, Lexie!
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