mangled dreams
fragmented thoughts
morning glory vines
that dangle
from the fence
searching for
something to hang onto
searching for their place
in the tangled mass
randomly forming
squirming for space
welcoming whatever comes
swaying in the breeze
waiting to see
if their choices
will keep them
safe in the storm
shouting from their flowers
calling the frightened
to the wishing well
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
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