Sunday, July 04, 2004


i love it when new people read my blog and comment, and leave their web address so i have somewhere new to go.

Catching bees in our hands so they buzzed round like flies. Mistake once as I clap and she's caught where the heels meet: with the flare of the pain I slash open my hands, the sting pulsing in one and the bee on the grass, and the tears in my eyes as I realise I've killed her.

Never again.

And I've cried dry-eyed for all of my life. Yet wept wet for the innocent's loss of life-left.

It's not so much a Capturing, as a Sharing in your hand of a moment in your Eyes


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