August 27, 2010

Two different poems

I.
omg, just finished a walk,
with my Dad, he couldn't stop
talking about his sprinkler system
and "valves".

I interjected maybe once,
to comment that the word "valve" was
on his top-10 vocab list,

since he really seems to use it
every week,
and when he does,
he'll say it like 10 times per minute.



II.
Lily floats on silver pond,
'neath a withered forest frond,
beckoning the eye to see
into whispy mists beyond.

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