on November 3, 2010 by Mitchel Jonas in Stories, Comments (0)

Honey Metal

Abstract friends
Painted like the night lurking to morning
gray turns bright silver on the horizon
half moon                 goes down
dew forms
like water colors dipped on blades of grass
soon to be cut
tossed into bags by migrant worker(s)
dishwashers clean spoons
that fell out of the ice cream trucks garbage
plastic spoon microwaved and dipped in
honey warm on
rye that was slightly
burnt
aluminum roofs in developing countries
listen to the rain hit like pellets
drip      drip       drop
go – to -       sleep

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