NOTES ON SIGHT

Monday, March 1, 2010


this is laura.
about 10 years ago
on a spring day
when the grass was much higher
to our shoulders now
we stood here.
we thought it was a secret place
we thought we outsmarted the traffic and
imagined piolice.
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