Thursday, October 19, 2006

These icicles were hanging off
My museum
Awning
Like a quintet
Of glass tuning forks

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

That's craaaaazy!!!

Anonymous said...

That's craaaaazy!!!

Anonymous said...

Five glass tuning forks.
Five tones daring you.
Each it’s own creation
ringing forth and each
note it’s own demise.
A sacred moment
marked with certainty
but still somehow like
all the others.

I emplore you
play them all!

L