Le paradis n'est pas artificiel …

February 16, 2007

in Tucson

Muted place, this grey town beneath
the singularity of blue, without
even the imagination for another
constant colour. Things so pretty
come with the rain, and resist
falling in love with the world;
they go soon, turn bloodless ---
to the scraping dance of the last
flowers against the hardened sky.

Posted by Delire at February 16, 2007 10:10 AM
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