Thursday, August 02, 2007

furst brummles
bricht een
gove at me frae the buss

first brambles
bright eyes
gaze at me from the bush


  1. they are beginning to ripen here too

  2. This one keeps calling me back. I think its the ambiguity about the eyes. I wonder if the eyes are the berries or are an eater of the berries. I want to be there to peer a little closer.


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