rexx

"..and sometimes i am glad they are here, dying in the sun, uprooted, tricked by their heartlessness, the same faces, the same set, hard mouths. fulfilling the emptiness of their lives under a blazing sun."













"..let her live with stones and sky, with the wind blowing her hair to the end. let her go that way.'
-fante.




leaves fetched
months ago,
carried by soft hands
that never wished to bear
roses,
only this bouquet,
elegant in death and without
pretension,
dried,
resting atop one pile of
books
out of so many
that they soon
will become the shelves
for which other things will rest upon.
more books, i'm sure..
particles floating
towards them
in beams of sun
when one wakes at
just the right moment
of the afternoon.





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