let x equal e
doubled and long, extending
lightless swarms heaped
wide pools of limp wings
this skyline of loss
how bloomless
how hoverless
how goldless
barely a tickle of breeze
through the fallen flowers
and silence
bitter bitter silence
(5-17-09)
About Me
- Traingirl
- I like pomegranates and figs. Maybe it's all the little seeds, like beginnings. They'll add up someday to something sweet and bright.
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