July 7th
the face of a rose deflates
our windowsill-
not much of a garden.
July 8th
after the party-
a painting is crooked
I think someone danced too close to it.
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I like that both stones are about the after effect of life - which, of course, is still life. Very good - Moskoreena
ReplyDeleteThanks, man! awesome comments as always.
ReplyDeleteAh ... very nice !
ReplyDeleteVery nice indeed. Small stones were once mountains...nicely chiseled images.
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