"...observations of an unassuming, somewhat self-deprecating eye." - pufferfish.ie
4.24.2009
4.16.2009
was looking at thickets...
in the thickets
behind the stones
low on the grass
rustled whispers
snapping twigs
morning, evening,
noon and night
lye heavy forms on
the soft clay.
How the earth moves
under them and
how we forget our memories
but they never forget us
They just wait
in the thickets
behind the stones
low on the grass
morning, evening,
noon and night.
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