Nobody's creekbed

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The Anterior Insula and Hwy W

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Soft in the morning, giving,
Face and eyes crinkly like time-worn paper.
You are so warm, so readable.
I can curl up next to you even after
I have been awake, working,
Attempting to capture an essence that you just are.