Wow, Sharon.
Makes me wonder, and work, and ...
Too soon to say.
Best from Max
On 22/06/11 2:55 AM, "sharon brogan" <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> There is something about sending it to the list that immediately shows me
> flaws.
>
> Edited:
>
> This building is a maze.
> I cannot find my way.
> You wait for me, somewhere.
>
> There are many people
> but none of them are you.
> A pelican fies in
>
> through an open window
> and regurgitates a child
> onto the plank floor.
>
> I pick you up, but you grow
> too large for me to hold.
> You are old now, bent and thick.
>
> The pelican returns to retrieve you.
> I am alone in the parlor.
> I see the sky out the window
>
> and you, on the pelicanšs back,
> flying into it.
>
>
>
> ~ Sharon
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> On Tue, Jun 21, 2011 at 10:08 AM, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
>> This building is a maze.
>> I cannot find my way.
>> You wait for me, somewhere.
>>
>> There are many people
>> but none of them are you.
>>
>> The ceilings are high.
>> but the rooms are crowded
>> with heavy Victorian furniture.
>>
>> A pelican fies in through an open window
>> and regurgitates a child
>> onto the plank floor.
>>
>> I pick you up, but you grow
>> too large for me to hold.
>> You are old now, bent and thick.
>>
>> The pelican returns to retrieve you.
>> I am alone in the parlor
>> but I can see the sky out the window
>>
>> and you, on the pelicanšs back,
>> flying into it.
>>
>>
>> --
>> sharon brogan
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>>
>>
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