cathy_edgett) wrote, cathy_edgett “The elm is full of goldfinches today on the fall migration, not as bright as the spring passage; they are outdone by the yellow-turning leaves. Yet each bowl of a body is formed to contain its desire. I feed them black seeds and white grain. They gather on skeins of air. They fly as the soul flies out of the body’s knotwork, as the soul takes off from a knob on the spine.”
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