Monday, March 8, 2010

down and around and down the hill and before the sea; galette complete

feet carrying stairs
knowing i am here
the pressed teeuck opening
him emerged
holds his gaze
for me to look at
and to look at
and return

she spoke with her plate
the running yolk of an egg
and when she knew we would not return
she made for us two more
and she smiled with her hands stretching to ours
and so we took the plates to the sea
where we sat
chatting as if she was there with us

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