Monday, April 2, 2012


Notice that the rain in the distance falls into sky so arid that the rain does not reach the ground.


These days find me in
the Sahara, the Gobi,
beyond boundaries
my aridity, as if
the Bleeding Hearts lost
every last drop
in the passing of our time,
of who we once were.

March 12, 2010 10:25 AM

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