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Friday, October 22, 2010


What do I hear,
when I hear voices?
Are they mine or yours or someone else’s?

Or are they shells, ghosts, cast off homes,
mistakes of language,
things that were said, but never done.

What a pleasure to watch the wind,
 . . . lift then catch the curtain,
and send a curl running across its breadth . . .

So a crab dashes across a rock before a wave.

A seething mind boils, cools
Ideas explode, send a thousand sparks showering . . .
Crust cracked, bleeding molten rock.
Late day sky and coral, turn green, of limes.


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