Monday, June 22, 2009

If My Nose Could Grow



I could lay so peacefully
on the bottom of a shallow sea
if through the surface, like a tree,
my nose could grow to breathe for me.

I would sniff the salty air
while little fish swam through my hair.
Seaweed’s all the clothes I’d wear.
I’d be so comfortable down there.



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