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The bunch of keys you gave me is a spider running away through my fingers ”unless the lock to your door is big enough for my ego or a bumblebee winging its way through for the nectar, or an icy wind that still carries
At last I knew what the oak tree knows. My blood ran slower, my hair fell lankier and as the flowers in my basket withered, happiness spilled out, fell from my eyes like acorns. My hunger ebbed away, my throat tightened,
A rift has settled between us. erosion dug deep the limestone of feeling, a riverbed formed with a river out of granite, cliffs rose from weathered remains exposed on the valley walls. Canyons, they say,
1 New moon, face-down, drowning or crescent: an arthritic knotted finger, furiously wagging or full: a scream for the sun's remote fire , Munch's envy in limbo. 2 in the dead of the night I wake in a nightmare
Immigrants Snap out of your inner ice caps and walk through the door of urban flatness through to a money-spinner in the inner cities that will ripple outwards. Run your hand over it. The surface