If life is what happens to our plans, then dance is what happens to our steps.
ideas sometimes when you wait they come to you.
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Tuesday, 2 November 2010

Poem one (!)


Lost for words

One word,
two breaths,
ice dances through my thoughts.

No words,
three breaths,

I reach up, 
out, 
down.

In my own space

Sitting there, scraping explanations off the roof of my mouth

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