First Impression

by Melissa   Mar 21, 2009


He inspires me
with a yellow bellied impression
that flings wishes
at fountains
and tickles my nose
with an itch
mind cannot scratch

still I keep trying to make sense
of his noise,

rummaging for clues
in dim alleyways
I'd never scuttle along
because he inspires me
to seek

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