girl in the wilderness
and at the coffee house i was reading gurdjieff and turned into a "yip!" sounding out from the woods nearby and beheld a strange angel dancing across the tops of the foliage climbing some ancient tree she had friends with her surely, but i couldn't see them anywhere, must have been obscured by the trees where they too, were surely laughing she was naked from the waist and which direction, i'll leave to speculations by greater minds than mine. her shadow seemed to be taunting all the lonely small creatures that inhabit such places and seem to play their own games there. for a minute she was only one of them, only one more laughing creature in the wilderness and i loved her a little for that.
2008-02-27 | 4:27 p.m.
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