Monday, September 12, 2005

poem

what city is this
what,
its definition

and why

do they always
break my

the pointing
  an observant
to err is

the passing is

maternal
embraceable, you'd think

when it's one
it takes
     it takes all

love, indelible
hairs
split with this wind

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