Thursday, February 10, 2011

Little Map

BY JEAN VALENTINE

The white pine


the deer coming closer


the ant
in my bowl
—where did she go
when I brushed her out?


The candle
—where does it go?


Our brush with each other
—two animal souls
without cave
image
or
word
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