Saturday, March 10, 2012


Big old rock,
standing in our way.
Croci clip clearly up from moist dark.

I ain't messing with you,
says river rock. I've been around a long time.
You are here to reflect purple 
on me, my clay-stained back.

You are here to confound expectations
and bloom wildly
in confused

I'll still be here next year.
Get on with your fun
this morning,
be cream-plum, give
Great White and
something to
sniff about. 

River rock warmed,
Stretch petals, purps,
and revel in your

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