So she concentrated and fell
quickly spinning out of control
there was nothing to hold onto
she was grasping into oblivion
with eyes closed and supposition
demanding her attention
she could feel it bearing against her chest
folding in on her, breaking ribs
and stealing air
she coughed died
and a beautiful white dove took her place.
quickly spinning out of control
there was nothing to hold onto
she was grasping into oblivion
with eyes closed and supposition
demanding her attention
she could feel it bearing against her chest
folding in on her, breaking ribs
and stealing air
she coughed died
and a beautiful white dove took her place.
_Holden_
Denver, CO
December 2006
NOV 20, 2007 09:48 PM
NOV 21, 2007 06:25 AM
Woody Creek? Ah, yes. Lovely, but too many humans there, as well And without HST around, Aspen's just another chichi playground.
Dissection is not my thing. Too messy.
