10-12-2011, 01:46 AM 
	
	
	
		The Big November
When I draw my shades
the birds stop
the sky
the laughing children
the woman in the
sun dress, backlit
a walking hymn
but I can’t see her limbs
grow away
or the butterflies
fall.
	
	
	
	
When I draw my shades
the birds stop
the sky
the laughing children
the woman in the
sun dress, backlit
a walking hymn
but I can’t see her limbs
grow away
or the butterflies
fall.

 

 
