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i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..

Monday, December 17, 2007

My Belly

it is growing, perhaps to many mangoes
or soy ice mochas or

My eyes they are widening, perhaps
I want to stare at things before holding on to them

My lips they are quivering, perhaps it is the winter
air or the sound of the piano from the trailer of Amelie

My hands are trembling, perhaps because of the snow
or knowing never again will I let you hold them

My heart it is beating hard but not fast, perhaps
because I have said goodbye for good or because
the sound of the piano from the.......

1 comment:

Alister said...

Look at you