Wednesday, March 11, 2009

In Memoriam B.W. Richardson d. 10 February 2009

Was it a bad wind from Nevada that sowed the cells that grew with the wheat until the angels came to reap her?


She did not fall on the cosmic slapstick banana peel that sends old folks to the hospital and then the mortuary.

She fell like night, a gradual mingling, even with light.


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