Wednesday, September 14, 2011

the record

before sunrise:



gold eyes glittering in tall grass at the road's edge
bats making haste for attics and lofts
trees silhouetted in a tide of fog and the pending light of day
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  1. SomfunSeptember 16, 2011 at 8:06 AM

    These phrases sound vagly (sp) familiar.... bluesey, almost haunting..... moody like... Hmmm.

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