Thursday, July 26, 2007

As Light Becomes St. Paul

In 23 directions of gray, the girl puts her hand to the sharp building's edge, gathering together some long-standing anger. He watches her, the spirograph pigeons, waiting for the flush of blood to her throat that'll somehow be the signal for morning.


Amos Arnow said...

This is beautiful, as always.

Joseph Young said...

Thanks a lot, "Amos"!