Sunday, August 28, 2011

webbed

dew settled morning... the spiders work is done for the night...
sheathes of grass, blown feathers, droplettes...
trapped for the day.
just like queen anne's lace...
spreading out to the world
stem one by one, each to its end,
until the whole field is a
white desire, empty, a single stem,
a cluster, flower by flower,
a pious wish to whiteness gone over--
or nothing.
- w. c. williams

Friday, August 26, 2011

falling in love at 1223

the door opens
she ascends the steps
her eyes open wide
which fixate on a dress in the corner
just one dress
she falls in love
better yet she feels lovable...
'my husband will go crazy when he sees me in this gown..."

'he is not my boyfriend... but after he sees me in this... maybe!"

"i just cannot stop smiling. i have dreamt about a dress... & this is it"

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

streaking the sky

streaking the sky...the front tumbles over each cloud...
leaving ripples in its path...