Tuesday, June 21, 2011

June is so early, now.

Just before drowsiness sets in, and
Each guest is like every
Other guest, they go furtive, and rest.

Paths go as they have always gone,
And to the others less familiar and nefarious
paths curtly crest--

To the right fork their pinked wishes--

To the left their wittled, if unrecognized best.

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