Thursday, December 01, 2005


a sudden gust of wind that wraps itself around my hair and blows it into my eyes. or into my mouth, as some would say. and slivers that creep out from forgotten hideyholes. teasing with words that echo far away, and pictures that swirl so i cannot see. and then i brush it all away and open my eyes to the mid-day sun. and blink, disoriented.