Thursday, May 18, 2006


(for Julie)

There are days when roses are just pollen carriers,
the morning sun is only a blob of institutional mustard,
and strawberries packets of seeds looking
for spaces between teeth to creep into. Those
are the days the hedgehogs have curled into balls
with spikes out in the darker corners of your mind.


Blogger tattytiara said...

Nice writing.

8:58 PM  
Blogger Julie Carter said...

Oooh. Now that's a hedgehog poem!

5:45 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

oooooh again.

1:07 PM  
Blogger Annie said...

I third that ooh and raise it an ahh.

6:12 PM  
Blogger Paula said...

Big smile on this one, Hedgie.

11:07 AM  
Blogger Hedgie said...

thanks, everyone; I apprecciate the comments. I think this one has the potential to be worth investing more effort on it; at least, I hope so. thanks again.


9:57 PM  

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