Sunday, November 18, 2007

roses and rain

He may be luminescent from radiation. More likely it is the light of a billion roses that have been crushed to make his bones. They don't melt in the rain; they just smell sweeter.

Here in the land of shadows we hesitate near the hemlocks to distill a bit of shape and old stone into watercolor:

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