Thursday, April 28, 2005
Sniffer of Wet Earth
I wish I really were a sniffer of wet earth,an almost-liquid non-entity
that feeds on innocent soil;
moist, suddenly corrupted by a scatter
of wilting leaves
and broken twigs
that fall even in mid-noon;
heated. Was it not I who called
to them that fall
and plague my bed of coarse dreams?
- vera (http://veraleigh.blogspot.com)
sometimes i die inside....
Posted by inktrip at 5:20 PM
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