And maybe as this thin purple visitor pushes its way into the darkness it streaks right to left before disappearing; traveling toward some unreachable point well past the Milky Way after emptying the menace of our minds onto the still wet grass – after brightening fallen fruit and illuminating the rotting boards behind the barn.
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Light (with Tania P)
Perhaps light is the opposite of entropy, travelling at a speed hummingbirds match in nectared dreams of planets without kestrels.
Posted by Liz Brennan at 7:45 AM
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!!! Love this!ReplyDelete
Vanya bless you for reading! Thinking of all those hummingbirds at Phantom Ranch so long ago.ReplyDelete