Friday, January 11, 2008

cold wind blowing
through tangled briar
something's bones picked clean

Posted by John McDonald at 11:35 AM

1 comment:

jem said...

For me the strength here is in the word 'something's' - that notion that once we are bones we are no longer specific.

January 12, 2008 at 10:01 AM

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