Saturday, July 3, 2010


Nearing what may or
may not be an adventure,
we begin to listen
more attentively to silence.

It's hard to hear
what it doesn't say,
but easy to imagine
where it lives.

In a white house
much farther away
than meanwhile is.
At the other end of

endless, no doubt, near a
nick in the nick of time.

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