Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Clover Lover

Over under, soft soft green,

Toes blanketed, head curled downward.

Blind earthen ancients burrow out of sight.

Above, fluff or clear or Zeus with bolts--

I don't know.

And around me, no one cares

for different reasons.

Ovular soft soft green, delicate white lines

form triangles

and occasionally delicious

curvaceous squares.

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