Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Danube what to do...

Originally uploaded by misscaroliner

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

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