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aspen leaves flutter — two quaking hearts in the wind — and we are not trees sustained by deep clenching roots but ants at the grand picnic Advertisements
It was a portentous day the sort of magic like a curse of misshapen noses or the illusion of pigs in profile sculpted in cloud-form when they actually were dogs. Puddles everywhere fallen limbs and the feeling that something happened … Continue reading
Saturday, Noon to 5:00: West wind strong and gusting, blasting around hills and pine plantations, striking at acute angles, aerodynamics. What is lost to wind and hills you never fully regain. Sunday, 9:35 a.m.: Calm and clear, bright blue sky … Continue reading
The sky was inlaid azulejo tile, cool and gleaming. Our love was a memory from an undiscovered world, filaments of dreams woven beneath the snow. The perfect still surface of twilight was rippled by the ululated cries of the crane pair calling to … Continue reading
i’m watching the winds blow crazy surface squalls like the spiral arms of galaxies of swirling frozen stars by the millions reaching to wrap around ghosts of all the weary birds that tried to cross the sea
Crazy warm west wind what changes do you portend besides winter rain?