Wednesday
Feb182009
Memory as Fiction
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Greetings,
Rainy season. Dancing black birds inside dark leafed night.
Shuffling wings, rustling feathered bodies.
"Don't forget to bring the sewing kit back," she said.
Stitch a long highway, rolling thunder,
fast clouds, heavy cool tropical rain, cool refreshing music.
A single drop of water on a red hibiscus.
Metta.
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