Thursday, October 18, 2012

Late Morning

A withered woman sweeping the floor.
      An open window full of autumn light.
The distant ringing of many bells.
      Dry leaves rattling on crooked limbs.
Eggshells in mud outside the door.
      Crows squabbling over a slice of bread.
A cool wind bending tall grasses.
      A glimpse of grey in the western sky.

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