not the mantel's; Geneva's farthest skill, Can't put the puppet bowing, That just now dangled still. ~ Emily Dickinson
Saturday, March 7, 2009
cast a spell, no more they tell, you're reaping all you've sown. what if, they ask, complete the task, dig deep, down into bone. repair the wound, it can be done, a scar that begs a visit. twist the twine, it's over now, you ask yourself or is it?