Saturday, November 26, 2011

From Wiggle 3-34

who are you, little i
(five or six years old)
peering from some high

window, at the gold

of november sunset

(and feeling: that if day
has to become night
this is a beautiful way)

e.e. cummings

Monday, November 7, 2011

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