Tuesday, 1 October 2013

flash, inspired by a poem

inspired by poem by Xue Di: the poem warms from within to without. my blood pushes and floods, the capillary fields. the crop has been harvested and placed in burlap. the children beat their wings against the sacks. for fun.
the roots of the trees pull the water up slowly. this water will someday be someone's tears of sorrow. or joy.