Tuesday, February 8, 2011

muse

as if having you as a muse were something


like lights hovering


outside a blind-drawn window

To stay—

                Exasperating the night.
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1 comment:

  1. AnonymousFebruary 9, 2011 at 2:22 PM

    Rebecca..you continue to take my breath away with your beautiful words..

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