Sunday, July 26, 2009
Eucalyptus
Eucalyptus
The clump of eucalyptus trees
still form in my mind
it doesn't say anything about my silence
every morning around sunrise
this small island goes insanely wild
but it's too hard to explain
impossible for me to focus
sometimes I wake up
and stumble upon the middle of nowhere
with two sticks and a sandy map
I make my way back home
Labels:
eucalyptus,
image,
poem,
poetry,
silverdollarmoon,
trees,
words
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