"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Saturday, August 18, 2012

Unknown...


Thin tanned toes colored black like a Rothko painting
Dark stunning body walking through aisles
Barely visible black bra above the cut of her top
Inviting a glance and inquisitive thought
Of the rounded softness beneath the lace
She leaves unaware of her grace
Her mere anonymous presence
A respite from despair
Beauty healing hates wound


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