These wheels remind me of spoons set deeply in a drawer of many spoons, of many knives. Like a poem which is really 5 or 7 poems when pen separates the bulbs. Gestures really. Whether Spring comes from wheels or bulbs, may she come.
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Showing posts with label wheels and bulbs. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 28, 2020
Wheels or bulbs?
These wheels remind me of spoons set deeply in a drawer of many spoons, of many knives. Like a poem which is really 5 or 7 poems when pen separates the bulbs. Gestures really. Whether Spring comes from wheels or bulbs, may she come.
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