Unburied Papyrus

Embroiled in the enigma of existence in more strange & unsettling times, one must hold onto the miracle or risk becoming one of the walking dead. These entries are a poor approximation of my life & the wonders that pass through my spirit. If I could communicate properly how much I love you all & assign a tireless list of evolving names that fit I would, instead I offer these random reflections.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

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Simplicity
not squalor.
The special spareness.
Breakfast of two eggs & toast.
A little walk.
Leaning sniff of lilac cluster.
Hopping bees.
Swimming ants.
Gazing for shapes in clouds
through sunswept arcing limbs.
A squinting pleasure
the silhouette of a woman.
Her hip swiveled on,
the gentle sculpt of her bare arms.
A spill of hair.
A presence.
The partial is whole.
An uncluttered grin,
muscles at ease.

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