"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Wind.

Bones limber with ice
and
joints glazed with frost.
You bow and bend
with the screeching wind
and it burns--
scratches your face
with long
curling fingers.
These days are
stay in bed
cold.

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I know I haven't written in a while! Sorry! I'd give excuses, but I've really got none.

3 comments:

  1. Cool. Dark and cute at the same time.

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  2. This has got a Zen like quality to it. I can almost feel the cold air coming through my computer. Will continue to read your posts.

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  3. The next 4 months are stay in bed cold - such a great line.

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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."