1.
Crossing My Words
Shaping
The Words
Blue
Rhythms
Green
Chair
Love
Poem
Laying
Lines
Für
Elise
Awaiting
Your Reply
A
Suicide Letter Because
The
Sky's Gone Out
Fäith
Mourns A Dead
Language
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Für Elise
Somehow the sterile
seasons continue to change inside the diorama The children of Summer
and Fall chasing and pulling on each other's worn shirt tails in
the drifting tide. Anna watches them from the rocker near the window--never
moving, never speaking as the cobwebs fine and white spin melancholy
neglect over her long, black dress, the Puritan collar starched
tightly against a small, granite throat--she would have been lover
to every intricate detail of the miniature picture. Lover to the
laced passionate leaves. Lover to the giving change of color closer
to the vein--the flowing life's blood. And lover to the endless
miniscule dances of the wind in the long stemmed grass as it bends--a
forgiving suitor. Instead, she watches reservedly as the leaves
dry. Whither away. Fall lifeless into the ebbing silence of a tar
river. Watches as they fall lifeless through the open window of
a long black car--and dust settles on tight granite lips.
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