Friday, May 11, 2007

A poem:

Keeping the Little Hours

The dew still on the ground at terce
The absence of shadows and heat of sext
The shift of shadows in the opposite direction at none.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

this is fabulous. i am so proud of you!!! i love when you are surprising. is "heat of sext" supposed to be an allusion to sex, or am I a basket case?