November 24, 2011
#2 Part of life
to the dust and hyphens that follow
we were close forever
among many postures of reading a mind
leaning on your words
and the visions of practicality.
the locus of our language travels
through years and hands of time
from cities and postboxes .
the signs were right and left
for us to interpret the
carnivores of emotions both human
and above, leaving moments of sunlight
slow, wounded and plenty
autumns to breathe and bleed.
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