By T. Bradley Submitted by Juhaa Date: 2005 Mar 05 Comment on this Work [[2005.03.05.16.19.24613]] |
inca joined me for breakfast on the thin lighted morning the same which the same that gathered for the watching of the planting when the seeds acquiesced soil fell in cracks between the cobblestones between toes with silver nail beds yearning for full ripe in spring is childish but so real their eyes were slim water ground cover soil fell like tears. of course they were not crying they were helping |