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Saturday, November 1, 2008
INVENTORY
The owl finds his perch, and what other song can I hear, but, “Who, who, who, who?” And the trees splay dead-strangled fingers to the sky, thwarted capillaries drained white against the porch light, as I pace back and forth, trying to measure a shadow to its’ course.
2 comments:
that owl looks similar to an owl painting in my home. cool!
here to haunt yer dreams!!...
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