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Tuesday, June 24, 2008

At a Whisper

We pass this way only once
or twice
                              I forget the numbers
I forget the meaning
swamped with moon
light

the metallic beach             /   m   i   s   t   /
rotting concrete

“They were dancing
in the ruins”

the sky dark the
pavement still warm