It's night
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.

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Poet: Richard Brautigan
Poem: Nine Things
Poem of the Day: Feb 9 2007
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