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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Brand New


last night is
a fading charcoal
sketched across
the forefront
of consciousness

sinking into memory

again, tonight

daylights' wounded eyes
sift the grain and grit,
the exhausted script
and often-told lies

waiting is
the spool of
slender thread
to reel the sun
below your neighbour's roof

And tonight
yes, tonight

I will see you


***- Anticipation, even though you see this person often.

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