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Jan. 29th, 2006 10:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lagilmansome days, I really do wonder at my brain.
Trying to write a Very Important scene, full of political undercurrents and snarkiness and Wren trying to stay cool, and what do I get?
Poetry.
Go fig...
summer, 1984
Thus, bareback we traveled
Across gravel paths
And cold rushing streams
Up to our hocks in froth and churn
Mud swirling, until we’re clean.
Blackberries ripe from vine
And water crossed with cress
And made into lemonade;
You wanted gin.
passion
In a city I don’t know
The rain slicks on glass
And you hold my hand.
Trying to write a Very Important scene, full of political undercurrents and snarkiness and Wren trying to stay cool, and what do I get?
Poetry.
Go fig...
summer, 1984
Thus, bareback we traveled
Across gravel paths
And cold rushing streams
Up to our hocks in froth and churn
Mud swirling, until we’re clean.
Blackberries ripe from vine
And water crossed with cress
You wanted gin.
passion
In a city I don’t know
The rain slicks on glass
And you hold my hand.
