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Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Vertigo, vertigoing...



...vertigone.

*****

"If the slightly wet air in the skin is the hillside
is wherever I have to forgive what I have forgotten..."

From "A Memory of Her Lodged in Wet Air and Skin" by Martha Ronk

1 comment:

Lee's River/Zlatovyek said...

"to forgive what I have forgotten..."

I can yell "I forgive you" to the wind

I can yell it every day
but the wind will never say
"I was wrong"

the wind will never say
here is the ghost
come to collect your words

besides
ghosts have no hands
in which to place the blessings

and no hands
to bestow blessings
on my head