Friday, January 28, 2011

Does Trader Joes Have Celtic Sea Salt







goes and comes and entertains on the road. So much so that sometimes disappears while sometimes even she knows where she is. Or when return. In the air, always in the air, eight miles from the ground.

Like a bird.
Once I believed that his golden plumage would
my coat and my shadow. A smile would make tangible the ethereal. But it was, with a flutter, leaving behind a moist burst of light. So bright that sometimes comes around. And it seems to follow me, even when their wings are long gone from my sheets.
What sounded? The Cell Sleeping ~ Lies! (BCore, 2009)


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