she loves the way you talk: with r's rolling off your cultured tongue like buttons from the shoemaker`s hands.
but he has not mind to reveal the truth in a language misinterpreted.
she loves the way you grin with your whole face, gold-capped tooth peeping out like a mischievous bambino.
but he has not eyes that can recognize a smile of such paradoxical sympathy.
she loves the way you have worked.
&now, she loves the way that you wait.
but he just shakes his head, &grips the wheel harder: racing to retreat to his home on the hill.
I would like to be involved in some sort of grass roots movement.
fellow travelers.
- B.E.B.
- JEH
- L. Borden
- Pr. Don
- Rebecca
- a softer world
- amateur cartography
- andrea
- any thing, really.
- barrett buys brownies by boston
- build a nest
- circle venture
- green tea w/honey
- h.m.b.
- hasten the day
- he bikes to work occasionally
- hopefulness
- kim
- lamb
- lily
- m.doodles
- mouse
- ms. cari base
- music!
- nelly
- next door neighbour
- nomnom
- o.w.f.
- peace in the chaos
- porch front factory
- postsecret
- psalters.
- rice milk
- ruminate
- star pine
- street art
- syllipsi
- the ashram
- the game that announced we were not to be messed with.
- words.
- συζητεω
2 comments:
I love you, bird.
you are a gifted poet. your words are simple and profound. insightful. warm. and honest.
keep it up.
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