Tuesday, October 14, 2008

From the stockpile...

Spirals
From darkest places
The wind spirals up to night
Light - my eyes are stars

Stone
A stone smooth and dry
Warm in my hand it searches
Sinking into me
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  1. AnonymousOctober 15, 2008 at 5:55 PM

    The stone one is great. Reminds me of the way it feels after a hike in the desert and you finally sit. The heat from the rock sinks into you very soothing.

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  2. KathleenOctober 15, 2008 at 7:09 PM

    Yes, exactly.
    Thank you. It is one of my favorites.

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