Outside my door, now: forest tents,
Caterpillars heralding spring.
My shutter is weak; I am lacking,
But wish to remember so much life.
Outside my door, today, tomorrow:
Dicentric, leaving them hungry;
We collect the love and eat it,
Swelling each time our moth-wings flutter.
I went to the gym, on my walk back I noticed the tree exploding and took a few photographs:
2 comments:
Incredible photos.
I have such an emotional reaction to these caterpillars. They remind me of childhood like WHOA. Thanks for sharing...
maybe one day soon i'll stop being anti-social. i'm forgetting what you look like...
you can't ignore me forever brother, I am a determined man ready to holler at you (yes I think the verb holler is ready again for platonic, heterosexual, normal use and has run its course being used to describe the act of pursuing a woman) from all angles, I am running out of angles, however.
pretty pictures by the way. I know those caterpillars well, reminds me of home.
hope to see some 'you were never a locomotive' up on myspace tomorrow - seems I am living somewhat vicariously these days, but it's living.
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