Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Bobbi Lurie

LONELY ARE THE FADING

except the birds the lamp of your arms the burnt blurred world beyond the body is a gondola then a gray memory is what light was like all day the heat with its heavy coat the canyon between us and the dark water no cure for the long disease if we’re lucky we’ll have a quiet house with only the sound of rain trees leaves airy clarity the greed for bed




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