Archive for November, 2003
November 6, 2003
ghost of an old story never finished
“The highway flew along beside us; yellow lines and streetlights racing in the early morning hours as we fled further west into the Rockies. I lay quiet in the backseat, watching the shifting patterns as the sun came up behind me.”
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November 4, 2003
amuse-bouche
Not a stone,
nothing to hold and caress
nothing solid or concrete
to cast off and chase after
but an incandescent streak
of sun or moon or spirit
to watch and warm yourself by
to play hide and seek
stratego, chicken..
or truth or dare with.
Nothing more.
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