she is like everything

I was at a book store in Grass Valley, browsing obscure poetry pamphlets.

I made a little stack of ones with interesting covers.

I opened the first one, and that is what is said.

I think you are...I think I am...

we are...

The Eleventh Dream

"...the street was wide with the emptiness of morning a boulevard, slightly downhill, sloping just so much as would be needed to take the little bit of weight from a childs step.

She walked as if little wings were on her feet."

-Rilke

...like everything else

yes

that beautiful.