Thursday, March 5, 2009

work in progress

the unkind things that were said at the gate

rain grey rain

cold hood tree

long types of cloud

and some tied into the shapes of animals

the fence how it followed the curve of the hill towards the wood

the wood we don't speak of

the wood where the children wont play

lords and ladies
fungi big as umbrellas

blue overcoat.

red glossy glistening shiny berries. Red lipped berry
big cup fruits

sunset mist coming. bent hawthorn. a damp wet wood

silent really
really silent.

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