The endless journey towards wisdom, from a man that knows nothing at all.
Showing posts with label Walking Past Old Houses Looking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Walking Past Old Houses Looking. Show all posts
Monday, March 21, 2005
Hammers and nails, windows and doors; carriage makers swindle; pigeons for breakfast; stones overhang like nervousness; caught light in the sun morning; leopards of health; spotted medallion on the legs of blind martyrs; orphanage blanket holding for comfort; hair in the drain; the noise of bricks thrown in a wheelbarrow; the hiss of steam from a gas main; walking past old houses looking.
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