orgami's Diaryland Diary

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tower watch

night lands are here
full of wildness
and broken pauses
forgotten glances
building pretences

strutting in the moon
like serupticious syllables
their broad brocades
and silver chains
glimmer

the coach is quiet

steam rises from the old
laundry

night shifts

and buses grunt up the short
escarpment

in my dayworn garments
with dry fingertips
i scrabble about the keys

already well into my
dreamtime

now to lay me down to sleep
....

proverbs smooth as worry
stones

like a silent quarry
...

time for time

...O...

11:24 p.m. - 2007-03-13

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