Thursday, November 20, 2008
Bare branches and a blue-gray twilight
A scalding sweet Americano in my belly and an armful of feminist thought (reading is always worth the numb fingers) - this wind, I would guess, blows straight out of some arctic Heaven and my mind is very, very clear. I cross the street with my thrown-flat giantess shadow, her limbs stretching away from the headlights into the darkness.
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Scalding sweet? Thrown-flat? You've got such a way with words.
ReplyDelete"this wind, I would guess, blows straight out of some arctic Heaven and my mind is very, very clear."
ReplyDelete^^ Absolutely beautiful! My heart actually stopped for a second!
lovely! you captured the moment very well.
ReplyDeleteThis makes me think of the opening pages of The Goose Girl, when Isi's shadow is a thin giantess. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteyou are such a great writer.
ReplyDeleteMy fave line: I cross the street with my thrown-flat giantess shadow, her limbs stretching away from the headlights into the darkness.
ReplyDeleteI've seen my own shadow a thousand times and have never been struck by the magic of it.