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the Seersucker Suit

Leave a Comment Posted by on 2010/06/10

A reflection times four
through waterfalls and windowpanes.
You in a seersucker suit
sitting on a blue bench with no teeth
and a funny finger.
The first kiss of a leaf touches the ground
and laughs
at You in a seersucker suit
resting on a cloud with dreams of hours lost
and wildflowers.

~ 1996

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