Monday, December 13, 2010

St. Lucy (patron of the blind)

when you admired my eyes,

I imagined them out of my body.

they were blossoms.

I almost lost them

in the snow.

they were light

on a golden plate.

bright and blinking, they will

help us through the shortest

day of the year.

there is just enough darkness

for a carnival to whirl into motion.

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