From the tangle of clothes in the closet comes a pair of socks to shield the feet, a sweater to keep the arms warm, and pants to wrap the legs. From chaos comes the order of the heart.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Midnight hawk
The cat sits on the windowsill like a hawk. Is there a fly on the other side of the window pane? She and I alone are awake, thinking of missed opportunities.
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