Sunday, April 19, 2009

Constellations, seeing glass and jewel box.

1. The verge is covered with yellow dandelion suns.

2. In the supermarket, an old man examines his receipt through a magnifying glass.

3. She walks up the road ahead of me eating grapes from a plastic box. As she lifts one to her mouth, the sunlight makes a green pearl of it.

Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.

1. Much that I would like to sit and visit for longer packed in with red and crimson cushions and blankets, lit by a bright window and drink...