Monday, February 1, 2010

George Ferrandi

oh glory, i keep sleeping with you shimmering on the other side of the curtain.

oh wilderness, i keep waking up with echoes of you in my head. this morning it was "so many pearls..."

oh holopaw, i remember you playing on the painted white porch, spanish moss swinging low from all the nearby trees. i could catch wispybits of you if i peddled past, or i could creak open the screen door to be surrounded by the full sweet fog of you....

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