Wednesday, June 8, 2011


We paint the red door.

Mother won't shut up.

The starling banishes the hawk.

The heart declines to blush.

God is not insufficient.

Night outlasts the gardenia.

New Orleans explains it.

Winning is sad.

A lone oak neutralizes the landscape.

The offered flower is not a metaphor.

I miss the dove.

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