a poetical response following close observation: pebbles for rivers of stones
Wednesday, 17 April 2013
Potential for annoyance
What I momentarily took to be a large rising moon (in the wrong place) was a plastic bag caught in the high branches of a tree opposite my window. I know it'll sit there for weeks, cluttering my view of the sky.
the waxing and waning tree bag. i like it.
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