a longing for the impossible
a sometimes scrapbook of words, thoughts, ideas and pictures
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
From the trees
The sycamore girl
Always in freefall -
she tumbles
through another autumn
more brittle that the last.
And wraps her dreams
in brown paper -
only to watch them grow
soft in the rain.
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