Sun shoots through stark naked branches.The criss-crossed shadows explode below like swollen and varicosed veins painting the road.The path ahead of me is bloodshot at best. by Anne Cunnigham
Friday, July 30, 2010
Crying Woman
There are two deep circles on either side of my lounge chair. They are the worries of my toes circling in the sand. My feet look like Kasi's and the motion is of my Mom's.
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