Wednesday, March 14, 2012

OK 2/11/2012

Ok, , maybe that freaky looking albino squirrel
that kept hopping into my dreams wasn't freaky
or albino at all, MAYBE, it was a spirit squirrel
letting me know that…
what was its point?
Was it signaling what was going to happen within 24 hours?
It stood out in the foliage; it was a colorful scene.
How could one miss its white fur against emerald green?
How could it be a spirit squirrel prophet?
So many questions upon dawn’s breaking,
at least until I leave for work today and spirit squirrel
with its hallowed light fades without voice or vision.


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