Saturday, September 17, 2005

when peaches
are ripe
and white
and full of light,
that is the moon
we are underneath
tonight.

3 comments:

. : A : . said...

Nice twist with the comparison in the end.

_Soulless_ said...

Reading this over and over makes me feel good. Like a hopping child would. ^_^ Thank you.

uncrucial said...

I'm unsure of what to make of your plural to singular comparison. Maybe I'll put it in a paper bag and wait for it to get better or expire.