Friday, April 16, 2010

fragment of a reflection

Found with waves that tore themselves from the shore I ran from that place and found the ends buried under a table that no one ever uses anymore - loose strands - the faintest trace of ancient air and a rope covered in stars severed from my hands long ago and barely able to wonder that far with eyes on knees on that gravel driveway - mouth asunder - but now to live somehow

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