Monday, October 25, 2010

Shore at Head of the Charles, 2010

hazel afternoon spinning
down, wool and cotton hugs, and tears-
conjured by hungry bellies
between chinks of laughter
in the blue, the yellow of our fading day.

i never knew love
was wielded from such work-
the product, the renewer of
good intentions and bad
ears and long bridges.

i never knew love.

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