Tuesday November 22, 2011

Fog. High in a skeletal birch, the silhouettes of ten goldfinches are almost the right size for leaves, moving in their own slow wind.


  1. V. nice indeed. Late Fall poses distractions – fog, doppelganger leaves – while the sets are dismantled. I’m not quite prepared for snow’s last-act monologue on the bare stage.

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