29.4.10

I am brown like bread.

I wish I were golden
like standing wheat
..................in sunlight.
On the street
people passing would say
..................How beautiful!

28.4.10

Golden

I wish I were golden
like wheat in sunlight.
When I passed people
on the street would say
...............How beautiful!

I am brown like bread.

20.4.10

Sheets

Cool white
against grassy green
and cerrulean

catching wind billow
and fall like skirts
of young girls who spin

themselves dizzy
on wide lawns in summer.