Saturday, December 31, 2011

The White Exploit*

The mountain is silent, waiting
when a climber slips

—my heart closes its eyes—

driving on black ice, crawling
more slowly than the ancient Sybil.

*refer Emily Dickenson

1 comment:

  1. -my heart closes its eyes-

    how is it then that i can even see its eyelashes?

    absolutely, you have captured this moment.



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