Wednesday, April 29, 2009

The Bird Who Couldn't Land


shirt, belt, thin body
cigarettes, names unknown, but known
I meet you in your dreams
the forest is blue-grey with fog, palms, fronds
in the day of being wild
I read your hand
for signs
who knows you better than yourself?





sketch from 2008 while watching Wong Kar-wai's
Days of Being Wild (1990), © Brenda Clews

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