23 juillet 2008
What I saw today in Aix and what I saw then on the shores of the Thingvallavatn
Trousered and heavy-shod
she walks on,
shirt caught in her crotch,
unaware, unbeautiful.
Red-clad and winged,
that other one,
walking high
on sable sands,
wuthering shores,
planting her beautified prints,
swift, far, Icelandic, light-headed.
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