call and response
a dozen days of echos
had me by Fireflies 
and the Moon hanging at its lowest
do you know fiercely tender?
i liked your kiss but wondered
if there is a cycle to life
if the best parting gift could be
a choir of halos over tomorrow
blowing up a storm on behalf of memory
dancing up the spine of a sunrise in pink
where everything speaks
flamingo upheaval
(c) Seven, 2006
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