Thursday, October 14, 2010

Recipe.


For a perfect day of autumn.

sleep.
wake.
quiet.
wave.
hug.
cry.
coffee.
smoke.
talk.
Wash the last traces of blood from the carpet which lied at the foot of the stairs. Your sisters final resting place. Or starting line.
food.
drink.

Family washing in on flowing waves of sadness.

Love.
Loss of losing
Love.

A perfect crescent moon falling.
behind the hill.

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