Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Day 22

It's a brisk business
This skinning

The bark from live trees

A plastic card falls
From your wallet

The birth right of refusal

The soup you've squandered
Beneath moldering sleeves

These aren't your arms

But pass the ketchup


The smell of my son
Is like the smell of a field


SarahJane said...

Oh, I like that one. Good beginning, and end.

Charmi said...

Thanks, Sarah :-)