Follow the Flying Fish


By David Allaband
February, 2010

When clover
grow over
the snows
of November,
I wish I could
but think I should
first consider,
the weather
of things
come hither.
Then wonder,
what would be thought
if I asked anew
what times before
had known through you.


I was trying to say something with this, but I never figured it out, and the whole thing came out like gibberish.


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