Summer 2010-Mary Kim & Ruth Mora, poem with 2 hands
In the thick of the night, the white rabbit licks
in the moon he is just a shadow
in the wild tobacco, aromatic, shy,opens up
while we look outside to our land
Overgrown with last winter's languor
is the hope of finding something new
in spring's shadows
a smile is brighter than the sun
birds flock in your eyes
when the blue shadows are turning black
the remnants of yesterday's dream conspire
to make me happy again
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