The cut tree trunk oozes -- liquid reflection. And the red? A marker for something now forgotten or made useless. Perhaps, a punctuation mark. Why now am I thinking of the liquid from cooked pasta flowing down the kitchen drain? Or all the words that bled off a page all these years? Where do these written gestures end up?
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ReplyDeleteStill the wild dogs in Jean's woods howl
for each other and for their destiny
And in the warm dining rooms of our friends
we laugh and play at a happiness
we remember and still want
We still want
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