resembling a wad of socks
little mental rockets explode,
shoot off then drop like rocks
into the back side pockets
of my mind
many engraved with happy faces
others wrapped, still sleeping
patiently wait to be taken out
each a little frosted cake
with a prize
in the middle
Monday, February 23, 2009
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I like this one, too. Great descriptions of all our little thoughts, like gifts, waiting to be explored.
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