Sunday, May 17, 2009

station 11

grey flock of doves

little deaths.

I am the village

an unlucky summer

like a genie

quilt works

how the light comes on
when two rivers meet

I watch from this

the medlars

a fruit rotten before it is ripe.

The room is full of birds



placid bats

two bushes.

we watch the river

people and landscape

watch how the cloud

lips like Monroe

saints days sister

hennaed hands

the seven sisters

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