moon stones

...droplets of moonlight, gathered for safe-keeping

Monday, June 6, 2011

sand-burned eyes wince at
tables chained to trees
but slide into stillness across the water

scribbled by mel at 5:27 PM

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mel: i am copious cups of tea, storm winds and wild rain; i'm patchouli and sandalwood, old books and ink-stained fingers. i am a lost girl wending my wandering way down a road less traveled; i love fiercely and unconditionally. i am fire and air. Mother, wife, writer, maker-of-art; i am a work in perpetual progress.

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