Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Gentle Exploding Bloom

I never dance
for anyone
the way
I always dance
for you.
It's never perfect.
It's always sincere.
Like how
a morning glory
would look
if you witnessed its bloom
sped-up
time-lapsed: disintegrating into particles
a cloudy blue-black puff
almost smoke-like
in its action.

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