Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Chance 1,000,000

This is a photo.  Remember
when and. The horizon.
Bent.  To accommodate
the sun.

Your words resonated
against.  The fabric of
chairs.  The perfume of
words.  Wafted.

I was a statue.  Erect.
hand drifting left.  Eyes
dragged right.  To
touch light.

And the traffic muttered.
Behind my back.
Again and.  Again night
wears a death mask.

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