February 28, 2008

• brunette tornado
  confined to a plaid collapsable
  energy swirls white outside
  while the spaghetti I’m eating
  leads me to think of change
  don’t want to change the weather
  searching out the meat and
  I’ve got a different attack in mind
  the brunette mind seeks it
  a taste of joy
  but not a smile spurts from the smoking student
  I’m high-heel deep in something that will dry
  short jaunt from library to here
  long distances are yet to follow
  many Davids, many Goliaths
  I can run in my heels if I have to
  this is a tornado
  in February

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