Thursday, February 14, 2008

there really was a St. Valentine

the lake today: dirty, crumpled lace striped with pale blue silk

there is a black market in red roses today in Saudi Arabia

there is no mistaking the sound of an engine throwing a rod

my friend Pam has returned from Africa, only to keep moving west

like all good love stories St. Valentine's includes a girl, illness, and visits to a prison

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