Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Butterfly Parchments
Guitar pick wings on gravel paths remind of things that cannot last, a litany of all we've lost twixt Eden's apple and the cross.
beautiful!!!! <3
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