who lived here? who do i want to be? who wrote this? who would throw this away? who has the time? who do you love? who were my great great grandparents? who owned this? who are you? who were my parents? who sings this? who cares? who said that? who made this? who is in that photo? who is my sister? who designed this? who fell for that? who bought that? who knit this? who thought of that? who sat there? who am i? who vintage.

Monday, December 28, 2009

where i waved at the sky

and waited your love through a february sleep,
i saw birds swinging in, watched them multiply
into a tree, weaving on a branch, cradling a keep


like beauty spots marking a still perfect cheek.
i see them bend the air, slipping away, for what birds seek.



poem: the balance wheel by anne sexton
for sale: vintage window screen turned magnet board (includes vintage bird prints) $55 [sorry, sold]
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