

"bedroom walls"maybe you remember when they wrote across the sky; it was the same blue you painted my bedroom walls but only when seen with the light of the desk lamp, reading by it like reading by the dying light"bedroom walls"
my eyes on the lines written against that sky hazing darker you laugh and say you're getting mascara on my handkerchief
the sky shrinks into its own shadow, coming to a sheer opacity in the east where I sleep but somehow holds its glow over the frozen motion of color
blue, not one but of infinite shades, moving into, becoming the next
though they haze, light to dark and darker, that'


"airy hour"strands as light as the spiders web i see above my head, moving in the breeze the branches of the trees like fingers guarding over us, the winds move them"airy hour"
a hand not touching but filled with the care of the airy hour of the day
the smell of the honeysuckle, winding with the purple clematis blossoms
and together leaning on the maple, a finger extending out with the wind
hardly hear the wind chimes with the wind around my ears feeling as warm and smooth as the swirling cream in the tea
the strands floating up to catch the rays and redeem a new color something like the
4-29-09 no. 17
4-29-09 no. 16
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crumbling fingers of a rough-hewn dream
reaching out from the unset swirl of shifting shade
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"Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God you learn." - C.S. Lewis
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crumbling fingers of a rough-hewn dream
reaching out from the unset swirl of shifting shade
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crumbling fingers of a rough-hewn dream
reaching out from the unset swirl of shifting shade
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crumbling fingers of a rough-hewn dream
reaching out from the unset swirl of shifting shade
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