Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Friday, March 28, 2008
She falls like the last step
Every single time
A raindrop tumbling from heaven
Carved and shaped by knives of air
To shatter where the earth and sky
Make a line.
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