24 November, 2006

Dew

one of the last droplets
of dew tiptoeing onto
one of the first leaves
of an unknown plant

in my plot three morns
ago has undried itself
in my heart today, gliding
through my fingers onto

my XP and your Windows—-
maybe to undress before
your very eyes and soul
(which perhaps recognize

what it all must mean)

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