Wednesday, October 6, 2010

St. Bruno (patron of trademarks)

there are ways to look into

all the eyes of a peacock--

to see the hills surrounding this city

for what they are--a heartbeat

a way to keep the time


I cannot catch my breath.

this is a still-life.

the river stops flowing,

the stones sink deeper.

my lungs fill up

with storm.

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