18 Wednesday Apr 2012
Posted in alladem poems
young trees all the same height
on the edge of the undeveloped land
and from below the horizon
the top of a crane
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crane & horizon wormholes: Heathrow / Airport
trees wormhole: altogether
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Unkempt Mind dribbling in the seethe
yes…from below the horizon…
I thank you for this.
this journey has encouraged me to be more forthright with the things i have to say. to look that embarrassment in the face and say, “P’shaa!!”
a little more letting go has happened
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…and some feeding of my horizon pieces…i’ve found a thread through some more of my pieces…continuity i had not seen…
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ah yes, ‘so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens’
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wyrms are threads;
thank you so much for your reading and writing; you have healed a lot this lonesome heart; you have risen to the most prolific commenter on my blog, true blogfriendship
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