orgami's Diaryland Diary

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spring

chunk of sun

lay warm upon the asphalt
now that spring has grown
melted cardboard
and dry dog shit heaps

while traffic thunders
raising dust
of salt flavoured winter
storms gone to boneyard
sediment

and the happy birds are
talking black in their gleam
like spirit gods
atop the hydro totem

visions of heaven
wander stitched by
white fingertrails
of jetliners

11:53 a.m. - 2011-03-26

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