the inside of my head. the outcome of my pencil, brush, keyboard and pen.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Problematic Valentines
Does the bird know it will fly in the morning? Does the sky know it will rest? Will the woman in love know and let the arrow pierce and will the quivering stop? The war end? If your muscles rest along their bones, If your smile outlives its fright, Oh, yes.
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