Monday, March 19, 2018

Otherworldly as an artichoke on legs


and dazzlingly beautiful if not surreally gorgeous.  An amazing performance.  All feather and strut.
Dragging wing -- who knew the music of love is the sound of scraping feathers.  Makes me think of jagged line breaks in a poem.   Or the tips of an artichoke.  Ouch.

1 comment:

  1. a teepee with its top bisected, drifting far ahead of winter, she takes the biscuits seriously, no chance of honey, no backward glance

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