chocolate is a verb

colors, flavors, whims and other growing things

11-22-11

found poem by j.i. kleinbergNovember’s wind whips and flaps, billows and blows. Every anchored thing protests, slamming and popping on the verge of taking flight. Enormous trees bend at the hips. Cartons and water jugs turn into kites, newspapers into birds.

found poem by j.i. kleinberg

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