08-22-05 monday
on the opposite end,
where they are not.
from across the expanse
i see them all, in panorama;
wide angle lives begging
for closeups.
08-22-05 monday
strange colors in the
corner of your sight.
pieces of broken arrows
and bullets blank.
black lines on the
edge of your hand;
breadcrumbs that lead
to the one lost in herself.