Dakota

Hanging On By A String

I dreamed
I held
my dying friend
in my arms
tenderly
stroking her
freckled cheek
although she
has no freckles

and then
we rode
all the way
down
the elevator
from atop
a skyscraper
express
to the bottom
where I lost her

I was bereft

no wonder

I'm the one
with freckles

Photo note: Someone's idea of a whimsical holiday decoration - a metaphorophoto for the tenuous connection the creative aspect of self has to the organism - notice the rather large hole in the heart

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Posted by Dakota at October 6, 2009 03:55 PM