Low-fat Butterflies

The mountain shaman, my neighbor, knocked at my door,
"Do you have half a cup of poetry and leaves?
I'm baking my famous early autumn.
The crust is just right and will make you miss a home you don't have."

nov 8, 07

2 comments:

kate alexis said...

beautiful melancholy, jes, beautiful melancholy.

i suppose those heavy asian fogs have left lifted here to settle there.

November 15, 2007 at 2:48 AM
Unknown said...

i enjoy the imagery alot, it's felt more than read.

February 1, 2008 at 10:30 PM

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