Sitting with my back to the snow
August 17, 2010 § 2 Comments
Sitting with my back to the snow which starts at the
door to this table and this bench next to the altar that holds
a dish with money from Costa Rica and India in it
and from here, with a large rock holding it all down next to the
candle next to the
window next to the
door to the snow and the
footprints filling one by
one back to you
and now they are smooth and white.
a night kitchen 
I am feeling guilty about all this extra work I seem to have created for you. Not so guilty that I won’t tell you this isn’t the right photo which sets the scene! And if it’s what you choose now, so be it.
I love to see your poems cascading down my computer screen. landk.
No problem.. I was going to make this new blog anyway. You gave me the kick necessary.