Thursday 22 November 2007

The woman who calls herself the Gentle One and who eats every day whilst watching the tall old tree facing her window has exactly twenty-four hours to step out of her wounded self and to place her words beneath this image.

This image is hers, waiting for her.

1 comment:

  1. She stands before you naked/ you can see it, you can taste it,/ and she comes to you light as the breeze.