Sunday, March 29, 2009

letter from hrvatska

let me tell you, plainly,
that i was falling down
from something very tall-
oak or, eucalyptus
linden maybe cherry
blossom i mean, yellow blossom-
down, landing then some
big air only air i got,
pushed it quick
inside to the out
side.

pullin' little branches
outta my hair what it feels like is,
sometimes still, this down
fall.

3 comments:

joana Smith said...

sharing dreams is very brave.
Thank you, sister.

thekitchenboy said...

sometimes still,
iknow.
right?

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