garbage-hunting goats
and
thorntrees full of littlebirds
because there isn't a rhythm to what this slowness means
here where the sun has bleached my hat but not my head
here where the sun has bleached my hat and speckled my arms
Monday, October 25, 2010
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3 comments:
this is beautiful,
because there isn't a rhythm to what this slowness means
yes!
i love this, Conor. i want to see the birds and your freckled arms too...
Nice article, thanks for the information.
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