Sunday, July 24, 2005

close, close
















(close, close)

small things creep
awkward music forgets
precarious sleep

this accident of
memory turns, traverses
lazy things traipse

against the flattening light
for instance
voices drift up and in

we went back to the candy store
light waves
time permits

this does not describe you
large things
uncertain shadow

on the wrong foot
breaking in
un-
brokenly