Thursday, August 25, 2011

Tomatillos

Sombreros and sky,
growing desires this
gooey, goopey, grass, seeds, weeds, worry
welcome and warnings. What happens when
the protective layer cracks?
I don't think we're in tomatoes anymore.
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3 comments:

  1. Michelle DuganSeptember 5, 2011 at 12:20 PM

    I love the Tomatillos poem. Is it different from when you first wrote it? My favorite line is still the second to last one.

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  2. AshleySeptember 6, 2011 at 11:37 AM

    A little! I started a curly parsley poem too, maybe coming soon :)

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  3. Michelle DuganSeptember 11, 2011 at 10:25 AM

    postitpostitpostit.

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