Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Fruit


I can hear it. HAUNTING. Like a fly on the wall.Moving slowly. Counting the seconds till it reaches the sun. Drape it over like a cold. Moon river isn't for me, not today. Go eat your peaches, and sleep all day.

1 comment:

  1. Hey Tara! First follower!! Yeah boi!! Lol I really enjoyed both of these poems. You've got some talent in writing poems. :) Have you ever heard of Shel Silverstein? He's an amazing poet and artist and wrote one of my favorite books,Where the sidewalk ends. A great compilation of his poems and drawings.TTYL!! :)

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