Thursday, October 06, 2005

something static no bills
tugging powered milk
mother India
something
silk cotton
the finest cotton
madam blessing
money for your
necklace wallet
comes in
sweet dripping blood
honking
something
ceaseless and familer

1 Comments:

Anonymous Ann said...

I thought about the two of you Tuesday night, and Wednesday and sometimes today...wondering where you are, what you see, how you are feeling. You are like two astronauts on some vague, freewheeling mission, with no longer any strings of attachment. Stay in touch, send pictures! Reading your travelogue is so much fun.
Hugs and kisses!

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