12/29/2011

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The male cardinal lands on a top branch of the lilac and sits nearly motionless for ten minutes, an odd red triangle against the woods.

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  2. Each second lasts a week, the toc tic trembles
    for a day through the earth. This earth falling
    between my fingers. The garden is my hourglass.
    Leaves stretch, a flower opens and folds.
    A breath. A season.

    Peaceful trees, branches meeting, so far away.
    Will I ever reach you? I can fly, arms reaching,
    sugar glider sails, flying upward, spiralling.
    Exhilaration, air and adrenalin, but time still
    pins me in place. Intractable dimension.

    http://crankymango.blogspot.com/2011/12/dream.html

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