If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?




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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.











Saturday, January 7, 2012

Growing Down


I took little steps,
backward
and here I am again
stretched out on a sunny hillside,
a curl of dog at my side,
the wind drawing string off my spool.

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2 comments:

  1. erinJanuary 8, 2012 at 6:22 AM

    such success))

    xo
    erin

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  2. ChessJanuary 8, 2012 at 7:54 AM

    That sounds like a perfect day. I need to grow backwards sometimes. :)

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