Sweet Onion Grass
Monday, August 16, 2010
Incense
Smoke from incense
Fire's ghost haunting my room
Curling and beckoning
I wash my face in it and
breathe, spirit
Like a veil unraveling
grey threads;
the mourning, threadbare
and fragrant
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