Friday, July 23, 2010

She

She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the
faintest scent of a 
cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl.
We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to
pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly,
but the pin merely went through, and away she
flew.

-Jerry Spinelli

3 comments:

jordie said...

That is so LOVELY.
I like it very much. (:

Amandolin said...

I know me too!
I saw it and got excited.

Hannah V said...

i love this!