There you are--
late of autumn, reader of books
and one after my own heart--
a penny for your thought.
The world will trend
the way it will--under linden
under juniper--I'll always
think of you as I pretend
to eat the living air or pull
an origami swan out of nowhere
or out of someone's ear.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
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