Tuesday, February 06, 2007

The Real Nature

A tiny fox attacks
in the bath and dreams
of grapes of the mind,
salvages Western gear.

He is living, after all,
in clouded kisses of bloody.
Novel forest, nomad, barnacle,
he is writing a word for you.
Generous strobe,
you bring happiness.

1 comment:

Larry Sawyer said...

This is very magical...really love it. But who is the tiny fox?