Tuesday, July 05, 2011

The Threat of Flight

The sprinkler spins so fast
I keep waiting for it to take off
Through the branches of the Japanese maple and
Into the setting sun
Which may be why
I’m not brave enough to stand over top of it
I’m not as brave as she is or
In the early evening of this
In July
I have less in common with the sprinkler

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