Tuesday, January 25, 2011

to err

You have the whitest eyes.
She spoke of her trips to India,
where she sipped chai
and bathed in ancient Rivers.
but how does our landscape seem to an outsider?
I understand the movements
if migratory birds, yet
I don't comprehend their choices.

Come stay, little fawn
come, and lie down at your grave.
Your soul is thin,
as a tissue is thin
and it can be wrapped around
your quiet bed.

"Don't fade,"
1096 questions,
one for every day.

spinning seems to be of some significance.
also: springs.
But a desire for exploration took us to the Netherlands.
No, I hadn't planned
for it to be this way, but
I saw a photograph and my intentions quickly changed.

I also wrote about your hands.

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