Wednesday, February 25, 2004

slightly sunburnt, very
curly she prances about
bearing mosquito bites like proud,
small hills on her very bare arms.
she breathes in sync with
the hum of wasps, blinks with
the sway of pine needles over her
head, sprawled in the sunshine
like some earthy proprietoress of
the grass and lemon trees.

being zen

Mina at 7:58 PM