The window keeps my clothes from getting wet from the wind blown rain.
I touched it — the window.
It feels cool and the heat of my fingers leaves ghosts
the wash of rain does not touch.
Showing posts with label fingers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fingers. Show all posts
Sunday, January 8, 2012
2012.01.08 — The window keeps me dry from the wind blown rain. (A River of Stones#1-08)
Monday, February 7, 2011
2011.02.01 — Sleepy, heavy eyes (NaSmaStoMo#2-7)
Sleepy, heavy eyes
and fingers clumsily move
language from meaning.
Monday, January 31, 2011
2011.01.31 — Numb fingers fumble (NaSmaStoMo#31)
Numb fingers fumble
in the cold to feel the map.
Where am I going?
Friday, January 28, 2011
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