Saturday, November 22, 2003

one short moment 

when I think how strong my love is for you
in a sentence built of the littlest words
and the sport of morning climbing over docking
to the coloured span into tree and interest of bluer
ran the green ridge as a sight and spacing
of indeterminate lines quickened
to speech and enabled by determinations
as the countryside repeats
hard words until a vocabulary shine
droplets that fell were still and varied
the spell is a length of rope that we
hold between us time isn't morose
the aliens have come and gone
we have a practice that is live
and these hints tell a present
circuit and attention
how the world and can it as we
struggle press and situate the sounds
twined in colour

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