orgami's Diaryland Diary

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vague entrails

the wind
cool and thin
whisk whisp
whip

keep ahead
moving
in the rush

stepping
while the curbs
rise and pavement
stretchs
widths

the number tin
on poles rattles
in the breeze
and laze clouds
distract

I feel the shelter
of your cough
held within
the terse heart
rib

I close my eyes
and douse
memory

when summer was
fat upon the lawns

6:51 p.m. - 2010-12-02

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