A leach on a statue, and small cups <br />of red, and purple wine, a slippery hand <br />enters, and spreads some darkness on <br />that well oiled sundial. <br />A whistle drifts on the wet earth, and <br />the medicine finds the spot, another <br />hand shoots itself out, and takes hold <br />of the mud, then putz it in a safe box.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/well-oiled-sundial/
