Friday, July 8, 2011

small stones

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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4 comments:

  1. Buddah MoskowitzJuly 8, 2011 at 9:40 AM

    I like that both stones are about the after effect of life - which, of course, is still life. Very good - Moskoreena

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  2. bttrflyscarJuly 8, 2011 at 10:23 AM

    Thanks, man! awesome comments as always.

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  3. Liz Rice-SosneJuly 9, 2011 at 3:38 AM

    Ah ... very nice !

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  4. AnonymousJuly 10, 2011 at 5:18 PM

    Very nice indeed. Small stones were once mountains...nicely chiseled images.

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