Tuesday, January 4, 2011


What the wind forgets
in the mountains remains
largely untranslatable.
Still, I try in my

scarcely adequate way
to mean at least a small
part of what you think
I should. Token smiles

from across the room
invite us down a steep
flight of stairs into
a memory of what

might have been, but
managed not to be.

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