La Llorona

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Friday, December 08, 2006

Feathers

If I could breath, I couldn't breath. A hawk hit a pigeon, hard above me. the feathers fly, drift, and float all around and through me.
I remember laughter, it floats down with the feathers, as once a pillow, filled with light down burst in the laughing of my children and there were whitesoft everwhere. In our noses, in our lashes and we had to close our smiling eyes to keep them from watering.

2 Comments:

  • At 7:41 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Finally catching up on my reading :)

    Been very busy at work...

    I like this piece, though confess to never having had a pillow fight :(
    think i might have missed out on something...

     
  • At 6:40 AM, Blogger smoke said…

    I love this one... It's so nostalgic and... so beautiful! Mind if i add you to my blog roll?

     

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