The Undulant Trees
The Dance Watching the lights spin through minds-- red, yellow, I think of fires and traffic signals. Not a baby cries but spins through minds-- red, yellow. - - - - Fishing at Dawn Uh! spuf spuf swuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu uh! spuf swup swuuuhp swap shivers of rainbows spouts of water slapped into drops the cave of a mouth fins writhing 3 feet high shuddering the wind glancing the fire
- Brian A. J. Salchert
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