… when I read her on the wire – which was odd as there are no longer wires - only ether – i knew, at once, that I missed her and would do whether she was either here or there, whatever hour and whenever. when I read her…
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Tag: shit haiku
Things We Remember.
Silhouettes.
In this window, dried driftwood burns on the beach. And in this window, camellia seed scents the sheets. And, in this window, silhouettes arc and cartwheel and leap. In this window, bells peal and the moth on the duvet counts sheep. They sense they are too far away to inhale all these … Continue reading Silhouettes.
