January 16, 2009


by Moss
1/16/09
Redwood forest, blue and gray,
forgot what she looks like,
A branch on the tree,
Or, an answer from me.

I'll tell you how much I like you,
If you sell me your soul,
Remember, the feeling of the touch,
Tambourine, tangerine and a touch of coconut.

Remember the raft,
My point of view is of zero value,
Sometimes I think tonight,
Sometimes I try not to think, tomorrow.

Look up at the woods,
Hiking in the the woods,
Redwoods, mushrooms, ferns,
and mega-largo trees.

It's in the woods,
I think I see,
a blue and gray redwood,
Forest.

1 comment:

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