Monday, April 30, 2007

 

See ya next year, kids.


My Little Russian Doll

she's teeny-weeny
and mostly air, priced
to move at something
below rubies,

and she contains
multitudes
only partially more clear
when squinted at,

several dozen little smiles
and space besides
for secrets
and for animals,

little stones
in the shapes
of hearts.

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