HIGHLIFE

by March 4, 2010 0 comments

The dogs tussle over a rope-toy,
the wind rustles the cottonwood branches,
lying on her back in the diamond hammock,
Delphi plays cats-cradle
and I, my back against the embracing tree trunk,
set my book down in the grass, so I may
watch the clouds compare beer bellies
protruding over their blue jean sky.

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