Monday 21 January 2008

Notebook 015

Bus Ride Horniculture
Journal Entry: Fri Jul 7, 2006, 11:29 PM

His thoughts lustered deep in saturation.

Distance with no measure enveloped all but a singular tree,
hazen maroon from long summer days and brackened like flaking cracked marble.
It did not sway like all others in the breeze.
It did not lean like all others toward the sun.
It stood tall and firm through moonlight and cloud storm and whispered time from every shadowed pore.

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