lovesong for amy

i remember her (that girl) so simply in her walks and motions, talking with her hands communes with the sun (creatureless, she is beyond features in my memories) and the whole of her arching over, tending to unended questions, basking in the afterglow of the simplest things like whisking the couch.

2004-06-21 | 2:42 p.m.
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