Micro tornadoes of
white hole punch gingko blossoms
_______whorl in the cobblestoned park
The heat of the sweat drenched day
_______is subsiding
Wishing we were sitting together
at our sidewalk cafe
swiping at evening flies
drinking limonana
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
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