not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

she


she lopes through the wilderness

i strain to hear her
as though she might ever be captured

6 comments:

  1. I love knowing she is there. She is.

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  2. Love.

    I wrote a poem the other day; I thought of you.

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  3. birdie, how this brought me happiness! you know her, too!

    where is it, bruce? where is it!??? you can't say this and not let me read it!

    xo
    erin

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  4. manik, i hear her even now. hear and feel. i get ready to go out to find her knowing i will not, not exactly.

    do you hear her?

    xo
    erin

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  5. everytime i blinked...and didnt want to open my eyes...

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"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))