my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



1/21/12

i like first bright evening shadows on the walls
across the room all covered with one tone
learning words pictures for porcelain earrings
with lavender and mole for brass locket
my new numbers and days are filled
with inner piece














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warmly,
olga.




olga