in from the cold
By The CanarY
she wakes up from a dream that means nothing to her dim fragments of a life past she cannot ask us what it is that keeps the world held together and maybe she never thinks about it quite like that all the answers are unfolding below us spiralling off into a chaotic demise between the old man in his dusty bones and the sparrows outflying another winter there is a space that fills nothing at all a difference in light and a difference in the way we fold our hands one over the other have all the children pouring rainbows into the stars forgotten where they belong? she says it's daylight now and turns to leave Written October 20th, 2001 © on Oct 19 2001 07:52 PM PST 0 • 10
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"she wakes up from a dream..."