Thursday, September 3, 2009

The anticipation of seeing fire, spinning luxuriously on the end of a string, appearing to not be attached to anything, to be surrounded by these people, sets me to wishing it was already after dark.

1 comment:

Barbara Lorraine said...

I wish li8ke mad that I could know what it was you are specifically describing! It sounds very beautiful. I love your use of rhyme, very subtle. Doesn't come on too strong, which is great. I do think you can simplify by removing the notion of "appearing not to be" and just describing the image of unattachedness. It's magical!

I love your contributions, Fran. Keep coming!