So it was that the appearance
of the giant ancient trees
all stood much as usual
the cards unchanged
always a sense of salt
over the paper horizon.
a lost history laid
in tranquil slumber
When the portal appeared
I turned to find the
dark blue glass of a
half-finished storm and behind
a voice like
black velvet.
Monday, January 18, 2010
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