(Umbra.)
Closed window curtains
Chimney’s smoky grey ribbons.
Wind rustles pages.
(Penumbra.)
I close my eyes. See
Dark fluttering underskin.
Bats beat their webbed wings.
(Antumbra.)
A life in seasons
Deep red fascial muscles.
Changes are holy.
GL, 10/10/2009. Prevail.
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I love the condensed language, the precise images, the opening to mystery.
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