Sunday, November 22, 2009


Upon the horizon to my delight
sits a parfait of raspberry
of which I might,
but let my eyes drink fully from
as it swirls and twirls
its liquid tongue.
Yet watch it now,
as West quenches his thirst,
licks his lips and expands his girth.

Fatigued from work with the mighty sun,
West draws the shade,
his task is done.
Pondering nocturnal dreams
brings thoughts of Ms.East
and her dawning schemes.

A salute to Ma Nature
as He fades from sight,
and thanks be to Heaven-
let's greet the night.

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