[shell of the ear]

The shell of the ear says See… “But just to enjoy it,…” the morning Said. And so I watch the green go through the day. Technorati Tags: poem, poetry

The chapel

The chapel, now that I try to remember it, always smelled faintly of incense, though I don’t remember any incense ever having been burned there. Perhaps it emanated from the priest’s dressing room, off to the right by the altar. That room, with a curtain (faded green, like on the cushions of the chairs, and Continue reading The chapel

[green]

“But just to enjoy it…” the morning said. And so I watch the green to through the day.