Wednesday, May 21, 2014


So curious this word -- paperweight.  The weight of paper.  The weight of  word.  The weight of the ripe.  The weight of perfect color.   The waiting for the ripe -- food and word.

Just now, what does the paperweight secure?  

1 comment:

  1. Paint travels through our time, making light
    of its own power, jumps the coward
    construct in me too--

    of course I understand, but let's not
    talk about it now

    outdated science texts in their attic:
    accordion evenings