She gets on in Lordsburg
and gets off
in Las Cruces,
leaving everything
behind.
She has somewhere
to be,
and it's stuffed inside
her polyester pocket.
Saturday, December 2, 2006
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About Me
- Olena
- Explorer, composer, mathematician, and maker of things. I love to stick my nose in the spines of old books. I'm a sucker for a good pun. I like lists (and Liszt.) I love Japanese anemones. I love SAYING anemones.
