Kenneth Pobo Photo: j-pocztarski In 745 Li Po peppers a poem about loneliness with a mountain and, inevitably, a moon. Today in Middletown, I’m lonely. A mall a half mile away, that’s a mountain too. Some regrets are mountains. Some can never be climbed.
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Summit, Looking Up
14 March, 2009 от · No comments
The Moon and Stars
26 October, 2008 от · 1 comment
Barbara Sabol Photo: nathalielaure Mothers forget to mind the heavens and miss when daughters smuggle stars into the house under white cotton blouses, mistaking their shine for filigree
