Sunday, July 13, 2008

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tracks clatter to the distance.

twin strips of gleaming metal,
welded with rivets, sweat, grease.
gleaming tracks,
wiped clean.
free
of flesh shards, blood,
detritus, grime.
hammered strips of gleaming metal
meet someplace
where flowers
in memory
blood-red hibiscus, lilywhite
steal jealous color
from a widow’s ripped life.

Monday, April 14, 2008

see?
past the cobwebs and the grime.
just as luminous
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Friday, April 11, 2008

Just this incredible sense of peace, and space.
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Monday, April 07, 2008

Something about the play of sunlight on worn stone draws me back.
Something that I sort of know, but not quite.
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Thursday, April 03, 2008

Of tendrils carved in stone, a faint memory .
Even today the wind sighs over Bukhara.
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Moody Libran. Not very social, cant stand pfaff but you wouldnt know it; Would you care for a nice cup of tea, deah?