Monday, August 9, 2010

' all right, since it's a fair fight i'd say it's the best that i have felt in a long, long time. in a long, long time.'




yours and her own girl 
seeking fens and groves
leaves traces along your mind
in feathers, and evaporates


. she has always said, come with me
always gestured wildly
toward a treacherously


sweet terrain.


brash and confounded her
voice resounded auburn in the air
that day. 


when with clear eyes she saw you,
and knew and knew not,
and knew she knew not,
and 


collected stones for her prayer
as you stood there
. blotting out the silver sun.

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