The clothes stain The nurse-like clean afternoon. The clothes hang On the line, Furiously improvising In the wind. I think of violins, Lots of violins In an eagerly united Movement, An attempt to clarity And a wholesome thought. The clothes rest. When I regain sight of God The world smoothly flows [...]
Archive for May, 2007
Friday afternoon.
Posted in Poetry on May 5, 2007 | 6 Comments »
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