Wednesday, July 11, 2007


Across the lake,
around the neck
of Sleeping Buddha Island
the houses gleam
like a necklace
in the last of the sun

2 comments:

  1. Anonymous11:16 PM

    A gleam of sunlight and even ordinary human constructions look like pearls

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  2. There's something spiritually evocative about that last glimmer of light in the growing dark...

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