Friday, December 18, 2009

map of the falling sky

she let her hair grow long this year. she wrote poetry without mention of birds or stars.
without using the words: trembling, breaking, fall, or multiply.

we grow up. we grow apart. in winter, in long years we grow out our hair.
we try writing without lies. it's harder. stark. brutal. numbing.
i want to go back. i want another chance to watch you shake
the stars from your hair.

photo 1: cari ann wayman photo 2: scarabuss

1 comment:

kopffuessler said...

nothing but long hair. shaken.