Wednesday, May 14, 2008

yesterday morning

Sonnet (Emma)

walking
in the woods
with my daughter
through
avenues
formed by trees
the sun
falling
here and there
through the leaves
above our heads
her thoughts
green and suddenly
so tall
at

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