Tuesday, January 18, 2005

in the dry cold

& in this heartbeat
a momentary glance - beats
; but what is that gaze?
so oft straying

the beating light
drying sunshade
coupled with a delirious sweaty grin

& the walls perished
dissolved into speculative dust
moldy on the fresh trees
growing in the wild!

in the cold
warmth must be found
mistaken identities & all that Jazz
in the heat
a moist wind is lost
searching but raining upwards


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