Awake at 3 a.m.
Raise your head from the pillow, and listen .
Outside your door, ghosts ~
A cotillion between rooms where they
dance.
It is the way the eye erodes that makes you
see. Gravel
splitting through snow.
Bush star
outside, inside:
a green fire.
Friday, March 6, 2009
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