Sunday, May 4, 2014

19 toward the Omer

I found the leaving of Shabbat difficult tonight but as I stepped down steps my skirt did that thing
where knees and wind make it undulate sin curve style and I thought "Though I need to figure out
a better description than that my nineteen poem could start ' skirt in the wind. / I thought of you'"
and then for what I remember felt like the first time in my life nobody came immediately to mind

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