My birthday is blue and white
a flagging sky not done turning,
a little tired of the effort
but drinking the wind
like gin through its teeth.
My birthday is a tee shirt, a skirt,
and hair as long as it's ever been
dusting dreams from the late morning.
My birthday is the matte envelope
a peony slides from
and the ceramic waves it glazes
blue and neon.
june 26, 2010
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