tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post5997387955626448174..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: SuprasternalElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-23519588770734758402017-03-16T13:30:14.757-07:002017-03-16T13:30:14.757-07:00You are a poet in every sense. Beautiful.You are a poet in every sense. Beautiful.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-91781430025726366952017-03-16T13:16:59.159-07:002017-03-16T13:16:59.159-07:00You have strung words into a poem as surely as you...You have strung words into a poem as surely as you tied the Buddha around your neck. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-43959863444755226142017-03-16T12:31:55.046-07:002017-03-16T12:31:55.046-07:00Such a lovely, little breath when finding somethin...Such a lovely, little breath when finding something treasured but lost. I can imagine the pink on you tying it all together...tying it all together. livhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00091094639074377780noreply@blogger.com