Thursday, October 25, 2001

Eastern Standard Time

~

Out my windows are hills
Far
Across,
Under
Bushy clouds
   And dismal skies.
Although I am here,
With you:
Leaves
Underfeet,
Mud
Undershoes,
Earth
Underus,
Watching,
Panting,
Waiting,
Peering
Off into a great, wide distance
As our breath
Spills out
Before us.

S*
2001.10.26

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