Wednesday, December 26, 2007

My heart breaks everytime I read this

Little Ode On St.  Anne's Day
You're growing up
and rain sort of remains
on the branches of a tree
that will someday rule the earth.

and that's good
that there's rain
it clears the month
of your sorry rainbow expressions

and clears the streets
of the silent armies...

so we can dance

by Jim Carroll

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