Friday, 12 June 2009

Every morning,
turtles pile up on the dam,
wrinkled necks stretched
toward the sun.

*

James Brush
Coyote Mercury
Posted by Fiona Robyn at 06:00

1 comments:

ying_ko_4 said...

Wry observation, well written

15 June 2009 14:25

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