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.

2 comments:

Amos Arnow said...

This is beautiful, as always.

Joseph Young said...

Thanks a lot, "Amos"!