Death and life. Quite a thought, Kerri, one that will follow me around today, I think. (For some strange reason, it reminded me of this old one.)
It wasn’t always this way you didn’t always break the glass warm forgot to check the mirror before the ideas went in reverse these words I use you use too
I watched the landscape die awful dust I blew off the dust the electric sound of willy-willy two dreams facing each other take a rock and a butterfly
The photograph looks inside these words I use you will too conspicuous cold illuminated a car is driven by its headlights it was fifty years since I was a child.
Death and life. Quite a thought, Kerri, one that will follow me around today, I think. (For some strange reason, it reminded me of this old one.)
ReplyDeleteIt wasn’t always this way you
didn’t always break the glass
warm forgot to check the mirror
before the ideas went in reverse
these words I use you use too
I watched the landscape die
awful dust I blew off the dust
the electric sound of willy-willy
two dreams facing each other
take a rock and a butterfly
The photograph looks inside
these words I use you will too
conspicuous cold illuminated
a car is driven by its headlights
it was fifty years since I was a child.
A car is driven by its headlights, this I love. Thank you Rob. xx
Deletethe title sounds so "Indian" to me!
ReplyDeleteBeatrice, it is, it is from the Chappaqqua peoples, and it is the small island near Hyannis.
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