Wednesday, July 27, 2011

The woods crowded
under my umbrella
Tears from the cities..

1 comment:

  1. I wrote a piece once about I could not simply watch someone carrying an umbrella. I was pulled, by what force I still do not know, to join my hand alongside on the huddle bear weight and weather, as if I could aid in such a thing. I try though. I cannot help myself. I suppose I crowd the situation even more.