still trapped between the rocks


a white shirt........................The skunk's graceful beauty was as unexpected
soft fur...........................as a clear coherent voice
warm milk......................in a wilderness of uninvited email. the sound of water.........
rain...............Her magnificent tail was displayed behind her. cold water......................
Unconcerned by my observation of her sweet small face,
Mr. silvery moon....................she was drinking the rainwater
brown grass on the hills...that was still trapped in the rocks beside our cabin.
a flowered dress.............. in the clearing.............. sleep............................... background noise............ low flying planes............. a red front door............... the smell of green grass.... warm sun......................... coming down relentlessly where the water meets the sand...................... stalking an intruder....... making things.................... blue shirt....................... making love...................... the children laughing.......... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... never know why............... nausea.............................. footprints.......................... unwashed windows........... a dark corner.................... the pine trees overhead...... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................

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