Monday, December 12, 2005

after this, i'll never sun bathe in the backyard again

i haven't seen another soul in a couple of hours, a couple of miles.
eucalyptus trees surround me, pale papery peeling bark,
small spear-shaped fragrant leaves.
a breeze rushes down the seldom-used trail,
i forget to breathe.
this place is holy.

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