once more more

Gillian Sze
From “Panicle” in Panicle

What do you see?
Fog lurking along the street.

What does it bring?
A sudden surge of birds from around the corner.

What do you hear?
Shrapnel of wings.

What do you call this?
An encore

Brava!

And so for day 2170
21.11.2012

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