Sunday, 30 May 2010

First the balcony break

Feathered clouds fissure the sky

stretching in electric wisps over my balcony home.

I luxuriate in busy nothing, languid hammock ooze.

Dancing to myself, awaken oh sleeping hips, find your life in the radio.

Cold watermelon and a pile of books.

Blue sky and orange tiles.

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