eleven ten.

photograph from last week in the woods of the pacific northwest, thoughts from another tenth of november:

she would be old now, and that is impossible to me. she is pause-pushed: bangle bracelets and long skirts, opium perfume and mauve lipstick, diane keaton films, huaraches, a closetful of christmas, stories and paintings and plans, a map of the louvre, a siamese cat, flowering magnolias, something in the oven, something on the radio, a carved wood hotel room key from china or was it japan, a boy with a bird cast in bronze shipped home from greece, or was it rome?

she is evergreen.