View single post by timmy
 Posted: Wed Nov 8th, 2006 06:05 pm
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Joined: Fri Jun 9th, 2006
Location: Oz, Minnesota USA
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the woods near my home,

near sand hill, near otter creek,

the place where i learned to cup my hand

over dana’s breast, place a finger upon

her nipple in such a way she would sigh,

were filled with wild raspberries


i would pick them in hot august

one red moment at a time, finger

print red, tongue red, mouth redness


dana would join me,

sometimes dipping

in her low gray t-shirt much

like a young brown sleek otter

chasing another through thickets,

through thick chicory filled with finches,


each holding its breath in unison 

anticipating another red moment