Tuesday, 30 March 2010

ME, FEB 1984; IONA, AUG 1985.



Throughout my first year
all I saw was a Rothko canvas -
red blocks teeming under eyelids,
soundtrack of earth churning.

When my sister happened
it was just about the most amount of light you can imagine.
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