Friday, November 13, 2009

Friday Night Poetry.

Little Things

I looked at you
all of the sudden
you blew your bubbles

you smiled so proud.

I laughed.
and stirred the salad with my urge
to squish you against my chest.
you're... so...

I got dinner on the table
and you found your feet

your bubbles and your feet
my salad beside the meat

we smile so proud.

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