Charles Simic wished he could find a needle swift enough to sew poems into blankets. I'm helping him look - and in the meantime, I'm collecting pieces of warmth.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
One More Emma One For The Day.
I can't wait for thirty years from now. A million years from now. For the time when, when someone asks us how long we've been together, I can say "Since always." We've got 'forever' written all over us.
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