"The rain does not cool and is a sticky one
to the present and the place.
Is it a weakness, yours for narcotics?
The trees levitate and become mountains.
You stand in the water inside a melancholy boulder.
Now you're a flying sandwich."
(Lesle Lewis: The Menders and the Breakers)
2 Kommentare:
Mending..I think I will start mending....the world....
one stitch..at a time...
Your picture of mending conjured
up this trail of thought.
Peace and Smiles,
susan
Mending is so circular, I think it is more emotionally satisfying than creating (Creating!) in a lot of ways. I wonder if it has any sort relation to maternal feelings?
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