A yellow June
The clocks in her house
strike disbelief and nostalgia
While canvases melt into one another.
The heat is a sensation of dullness and drifting through dreams.
Like in a film I see her,
Taking charge of a scene that makes little sense .
Dog
8 years ago
2 comments:
Hmmmm....deep...very deep indeed...like the bruise which fades and leaves behind a scar...
Ahem! Really nice!
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