March 4, 2011

Stop Dead
















The days pass slowly.  I look up, down.  A stopped clock, ice-bound debris - - caught in Winter's perpetual chill.

Posted by Andi at 8:54 AM

1 comment:

  1. Bonnie Jill EmanuelMarch 4, 2011 at 11:20 AM

    the thaw always comes.

    i love this. the writing is so williams carlos williams.

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