Bobwhite Quail

Bobwhite Quail | Afternoon, 24 June 2010

The magic
of being is
to become

a poem.
The misery
of it is

nothing
to live by.
Music seeks

its watery
shape in
teething.

2:33 am 24 June 2010

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