T.: Turbulent April

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Turbulent April

Driving home from work
across water: the torn silk
clouds, black rag-edges.

4 comments:

Tess KincaidApril 8, 2010 at 7:09 PM
Lovely word textures.
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AnonymousApril 8, 2010 at 8:14 PM
mmmmm.
nice.
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ShelandoahApril 9, 2010 at 10:11 AM
haiku you! love shell
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AnonymousApril 9, 2010 at 6:57 PM
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