I am intrigued by how words mean when we imply that they do,
how they tend to break up across the rock of accountability
and in the soup kitchen of the unconscious.
Do you know what I mean?
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Dragonfly Muse Blues
The good knight returns while dragonfly a-muses herself in absence.
gemini existence ... never the same, twice or only...
ReplyDeletethis is not only a nice haiku, but also a nice meditation on rhythms, touchstones and ground; thanks!!
. . . and flight . . .
ReplyDeleteThanks for f l i t t e r i n g b y.
lots of us flitteringby... where you been???
ReplyDeleteGone anon, Jon.
ReplyDeleteThanks for checking in.