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bishop olancha johannesburg LA 3/27/08



i’ve heard it said that a painting is never finished, that the artist just picks

a place to stop


Crows became sea gulls and some of us seemed to grow darker while others lighter


Melinda claimed that she could taste the salt when we were still fifty miles away


and there was someone whose finger nails were broken and black like little

Jack-o-lantern smiles but i don’t have the heart to tell it


There really was no Grande Finale - no real sense of completion


There was the ocean


They headed on to SXSW – that’s “T” for Texas


i looked up a few friends and then turned back toward Colorado


All that wasn’t mine from the time before was gone from the house – i knew

that was coming


today it’s unexpectedly cold and grey – the light revealing and open shadowed


there were some emails – do i want to come to new york?


i’m not sure about that but i know that this stops here


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Taken on March 27, 2008