Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Washed Away

As March eases winter into spring I thought once
of what should be out growing
my thoughts of you are passed over for video
and there is no real interest in words shared between
the walls; there is no interest in creating a real river navigated together
but rather time passing by quietly without souls touching
hastening one to the sofa
and the other glued to writing, washed in wine

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