Thursday, January 06, 2011

With Plenty of Crybaby Juice

Your pain clears the windows.
Blind, your gaze can skip skies.

Tell me, was it you who visited,
slipped on these words, cried?

__________
Big A's first real day off in 15 days, and both Baby A and I made mad crybaby juice in little-little batches all day. Connection? Coincidence? Hmm.

_
at
Labels: , ,

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

ordinary magic

all my winged things: birds, words always seem to happen only in momentous mystery their maps ghostly with emptiness layered on unknown and ...

  • Wishing I were there...
    Friends and old neighbors shutting it down in honor of John Crawford. _
  • Call them RIDs (Resolution Implementation Dates)
    I have the feeling that I’m going to succumb to the season and put out a list of resolutions soon. Just wanted to establish this heads up th...
  • So Far Away
    At had us pose for this pic  up at Aunt R's place on Lake Huron  so he could put it up in his dorm.  "Don't tur...