Wednesday, January 13, 2010

as it swept before us

islands of washed-out plane rides and calico-ed corners
our friends embraced on the front doorstep behind the blankets of fresh snow and
speedy dinners.

we thought this would never end.
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousJanuary 27, 2010 at 8:13 PM

    women apper in the haze, haze becomes smoke, smoke becomes mist, mist becomes the veil the veil covers the land as it does the women in mystery

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  2. UrbanEscapeFebruary 18, 2010 at 2:26 PM

    I love this, so simple and lovely. I miss you lu, and I love John's poem above also. Beautiful.

    Hails

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