Beating a smooth course for the right window

And clearing the sill of the world.

It is always a matter, my darling,

Of life or death, as I had forgotten.

I wish what I wished you before,

but harder.



-The Writer. Richard Wilbur

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Milk

Hands like spilled milk
Too cold and far too bruised.

I can say its fine if you want me to,
I've got the oldest eyes you've ever seen on a
Child like me.
But that wont stop you from doing what you can
To keep the fireflies in.
Its not that I object, I just don't
Think you can.

From the outside looking in,
There was nothing that we couldn't have been.

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