Here is a poem i wrote on a facebook wall, recently.

i heard you dripping out the corner of my eye
but didnt sound like tears
you ran down my cheek skipping and jumping
and singing and yelling
and no one but the cows heard
pushed aside the whiskers on my face
like so many sheaves of wheat or other tall grasses
ducking down it is so easy to lose yourself
amidst strange textures and windful tremors
the breeze brushed about
ruffling your hair like your father
moistening your eyes like your
mother and you
and i
and eye

~jss 11/29/07
The Philolexian Society
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