Just the Two of Us
September 11, 2012 § 2 Comments
Today I watched a small brown beetle crawl across my dress, its tiny crisp body rising and falling over the soft white cotton, little wings stretched wide from time to time, holding tracing paper to the warm windless sky, stumbling forward
Oh somewhere sublime
There are two of us today who have nothing left to lose.
Today there are two of us who have nothing left to lose.