national poetry month
Apr. 6th, 2006 04:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
filegMidnight
by Julia Older
She goes back to the clam shell midden
and it is not far enough.
She goes back to the first word, the last ice age
and it is not far enough.
She goes back to the caveman playing his bone flute
and it is not far enough.
She walks into the night.
It is too far.
by Julia Older
She goes back to the clam shell midden
and it is not far enough.
She goes back to the first word, the last ice age
and it is not far enough.
She goes back to the caveman playing his bone flute
and it is not far enough.
She walks into the night.
It is too far.
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Date: 2006-04-06 09:03 am (UTC)I really like that.
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Date: 2006-04-06 09:03 am (UTC)"She walks into the night.
It is too far."
*sighs*
Sad, and lovely.
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Date: 2006-04-06 05:01 pm (UTC)*shudder*
That's . . . disturbing.
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Date: 2006-04-06 07:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-07 01:12 pm (UTC)