Mist suggests
the torrent's return
through felt sense shivers
lacy fog in the forests
blanketing the island
across the sound.
I submerged myself in the bathtub
emerged with a clogged ear.
How alike these things:
muted
not yet revealed
calling for choice
at the threshold:
panic or surrender.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
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