Wednesday, November 12, 2014

an invitation



The poetry of a mess is in its bits and pieces, and the movement of them, intentional and accidental 

Today I got to make one, a mess that is, and I am not sure if I will clean it up

I may just leave it for next time; like leaving my mind open, and an invitation open on my table to return


With gratitude,
Joanna

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