Street Drinker
Seeds of a sandstorm,
hidden
out beyond the reef
Inside each other’s
heads
are hands that move
before the mind has thought
drinking the orange
honeysuckle flowers
just leave them where
they fall
there is no explaining
us to you
singing out the
sparkles in the asphalt
until the birds smile
That is such a sweet song, Kerri. Thank you.
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