Magic fingers
swoop low over the cemetery
tears are falling
dry cheeks becoming saturated
tears becoming a salty river
and a boat can float
jump in, it can sail you away
across the lake
filled by this stream
the lake must be an ocean
it is filled with salt
and so are her cheeks
by the shore she stands
and the magic fingers
grab for her breath
she struggles for air
with a gasp
magic fingers change heart
and wipe her cheeks dry.
Nov. 1995
About Me
- Pixie Vixen
- So much of the following is no longer true. Although some of it is. And more will probably be changing soon. I just don't have the heart to change it yet: I graduated from the University of Michigan with a degree in Literature and extensive coursework in Computer Engineering. I'm a lover of animals, art, music, culture and language. Because of my love for music, I joined the Detroit Concert Choir and competed in the Llangollen Festival in North Wales! I want to find a way to change the world, albeit cheesy, and I hope that my love of architecture and the environment can symbiotically lead me in new directions in life. I am an avid beer drinker and travel to some of the best beer fests in the U.S. – none internationally – yet. I spend my free time (what free time??) dancing, singing and taking art, drafting, photography and architecture classes at Lawrence Tech. My husband and I live in Ferndale, Michigan, one of the hippest, yet most conscientious cities around.
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