Brat Farrar (bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar

poem: [theory of clouds]

[theory of clouds]
I am training myself to identify species solely by the sound of their wings. I sit blindfolded and one by one Ilya sets them flying. The papery whispers are remarkably easy to hear, but it is by the weight of their bodies--cloud hands--that I am learning to know them, when they land on me, as they are more and more apt to do.

Lisa Olstein


for some reason this always makes me think of john sheppard and atlantis
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