Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Danube what to do...
When my mind is void of response (admittedly a rare occurance) I rythmically repeat, "Danube, Danube" until my "little grey cells" soften and respond to the electro-transmissions of life's petite catastrophies. 'Til the locu-flow finally ripples accross thought rocks; river-washed into something smooth and fitting for human hands.
River, river flow from me, like Berlin, Berlin in memory.
xoxo Marlene Poirot