Saturday, November 11, 2006

Words


A soft blue chair, that turns in its place. A blanket, green and orange. Lampshades salvaged from left-along-the-sidewalk. A wooden table, crafted by a friend. A piano- Mozart's "Sonata in f minor." Old blown out candles from I-wonder-when (dust settled around their wicks). Books, books, books, spilling from their shelves: dictionaries, anthologies, novels, journals, poetry, Shakespeare, bible, Quran, others. Framed pictures, paper lanterns, bicycles, bicycles, bicycles. A desk piled high with more books, books, books-

...and behind them, my love, in his stripes, floating in his words.

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