Sep 16, 2007 13:32
remembering us on swings in this park
and having to annunciate against the coming and going of our voices
sends the most unbearable craving
for endless talking and good company
and as the world goes through its changes
from deep and sparkling greens
to reds, yellows and browns
so will i amend
to wordlessly gazing
upon this vacated square
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