November 6, 2009

 i can find things to love.
 they rise up out of trash.
 a glitter 
 from under the consumption
 i run to it. 
 a treasure
 grows in the garbage
 a teacup flower
 i fly through your nest
 and pick branches
 from my hair
 use the river as a mirror
 ring the water from my wings

 i fall in love with things.

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