cracked window looks at clouds, the mountain.
ledge, dead moths stretched out in
all their softness, stunned by light.
sewn curtains stir memories, indicate
a private place to weave and mend
a dream.
here are the items, the installations,
here are the photographs i take
each day. here are the worries
placed in the cupboard, with notes,
for you to read.
sbm.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 3:24 AM UTC
cracked window looks at clouds, the mountain.
ledge, dead moths stretched out in
all their softness, stunned by light.
sewn curtains stir memories, indicate
a private place to weave and mend
a dream.
here are the items, the installations,
here are the photographs i take
each day. here are the worries
placed in the cupboard, with notes,
for you to read.
sbm.
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