Sunday
Her eyes like lakes that have broken their banks. There trickle creeks over puffy pink shores. Waters full of thinking. Deep waters.
You, a swimmer who panics when your feet can't touch bottom, call out from the shallows - what's the matter? Is something wrong?
Of course there is - have you ever seen the sky so broken?
Posted Sunday, October 26, 2008
Her eyes like lakes that have broken their banks. There trickle creeks over puffy pink shores. Waters full of thinking. Deep waters.
You, a swimmer who panics when your feet can't touch bottom, call out from the shallows - what's the matter? Is something wrong?
Of course there is - have you ever seen the sky so broken?
Image by Gabi Krukenberg .
Labels: brain farts, photography