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.



9/9/12


white white birch in
prague has no lines
no casting a shadow

and days later in the airport
finding chalk marks from
its trunk on my sleeves















and tori amos comes
as fall does, 











4 comments:

  1. Love all this white!
    And i love Tori Amos voice!

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  2. i could hug it -
    and you for being back ;

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  3. beautiful favorite tree
    love the white
    and your words

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