this morning, there were fish

this morning, there were fish
falling from the sky, one
symphonic stroke
away from the character
for rain. on paper, there
is less room
for erring, but when
you are a beginner,
magic comes
naturally at the turn
of the tongue –
a horse mistaken for
mother, an offered
pillow instead of warm
dumplings, and if
you’re really not
careful, you learn
to shrink
instead of love
.
20120621:0825
y

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.