Sunday 7/7/2013

Sleep is not
    what it used to be
and blue is not what
      it used to be 
            not the blue
I remember 

              We have our own bird
blind near the dining table (the blinds).
Makes us feel as if
we are not seen. But the crows
        always see. Always. They flinch
        at shadows, as well they should.
Birds. A surprisingly
cutthroat bunch

So much to say that I'll 
never say.

I'm waiting for the gesso
to dry. We did not venture out
today. I'm waiting for the line
   to appear
        to run its course