Sunday, August 17, 2008

-- hot sunday #2 --

quiet
too quiet make
home made espresso little
purple rounds make late
breakfast to share with
small black dog trying
his patience we
watch in zero gravity
impossibly athletic angles
filling this hot sunday
how many parallel
lives fly from bar to bar
in rent controlled ivory
towers how many of us
are alone like this
too shy to say so
too quiet
to knock
down the splattered
white walls
of palpable space
between us

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