Lola

May 10, 2006 20:23

Lola's home! And she brought with her myriads of goods from flipland.

Also writing sestinas might be the hardest thing in the world.

The carousel, the evening bell tolling melodies that sighed
of haunted nights, unspoken sights we ignored them fast asleep .
Waking is so cruel and walking is for those who fought but ran
and could not keep with the steady, rhythmic, gold
that pulsed and flowed through their bodies, shimmering.
What I didn’t know was that our beating hearts warmed us as we breathed
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