like some parody of sorrow
the question returned quietly
it slithered up the
steep stone step
then climbed stealthily into the
bottom of my heart
yet, in the act of silence
I brought forward
a few minutes of pink
whole years were lifted
as if an autumn cool
and quivering
had been lolling back
beyond the awaiting
precipice
Friday, January 29, 2010
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