Thursday, August 17, 2006

THEY SAY THAT THEIR EVENINGS

Begin like perfect meals
prepared
With equal parts of love
and skill

And end
When breath and limbs
Lie adrift
like starfish on a beach
at
Labels:

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

I'm there

let's not keep fighting                                          the same wars          their adjectives                                ...