by Richard Brautigan
Other poems of BRAUTIGAN (61)
At The California Institute Of Technology
30 Cents, Two Transfers, Love
09 Mar 2007 07:25
and a numbered beauty lapses at the wind, chortles with the branches of a tree, giggles, plays shadow dance with a dead kite, cajoles affection from falling leaves, and knows four other things. One is the color of your hair.