by Renee Zitzloff
There is no fence-
to pluck a rose is unthought.
Tousled, raucous daisies
are not mowed,
but slumber or wander
with gusto or grace
unhemmed
night is a balm unfurled
* * *
july 09
Monday, August 17, 2009
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