AUNT SUE
When life begins to
wrinkle at the edges,
surprise buries itself
in the backyard next
to the asparagus patch.
The same rain repeats
itself, reemphasizing wet.
The sun, older than
Aunt Sue, wonders why
it bothers. The
wind, forgetting which
direction to blow in,
ties itself in knots
and carries the town away.
Friday, April 15, 2011
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