Dense fog masks the night
Hides the things out there
certain things can slice
but nothing can vanquish
Car lights pierce
the beams illuminate
a large area
only ahead is seen
short, cropped distance
water particles muffling sparks
I long for the dim warmth
out of the frigid breath
it sings of deep regret
not mine-- his.
Then appearance excites
and flecks dance
and grow
but wilt with the dew
soon the limits materialize
black as it should be
Frogs know
maybe as we
why is the bond broken?
cuts our tongue
man can't ask.
Sept. 1994
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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