the eye that sees clearly
is closed
not dutifully
scanning the news
leaving open-eyed sleep
to the fish
on a sunday slow
with patience
forgetting the freezeframe
dream or wish
loving the birds’
illiterate flight
this barefoot
dance
these tiny
inaccuracies
Monday, January 04, 2010
clair (2009)
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ReplyDeleteI wish I could follow u... !
Hey thanks, I've just added the Google/Blogger followers gadget. Together with the Networked Blogs one it looks a bit cluttered in the sidebar, but at least it gives people the option of following the blog through Google/Blogger if they prefer.
ReplyDeletei like your style.
ReplyDeletenot always easy for me, but joyable nevertheless..
Thanks... 'joyable'... I like that. :)
ReplyDeleteAh! I wish I were a child again.
ReplyDeleteHey Will, personally I wouldn't want to go through all that crap again. ;) No, in all seriousness, there are parts of being a child that I miss. If and when I have a kid (or kids), perhaps I can relive some of that vicariously?
ReplyDeleteYes, perhaps, but I am like you, nostalgia will suffice:)
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