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Vero
It rains in Guatemala. The defunct I
And the elegant you; The butterfly sneeze
The timbers creak on gilded shallows.
You forgot to mention the shortened night.
It lasts in Israel. You have my guitar
Strings flowing on your finger.
The music answers in prayer, double rhymes
Te Amo, Te Amo.
It lingers in Vancouver. The recoil of springs
Awaken the neighbors. The sound of soft
Breath is nothing old, sated.
A wink in time.
It distils on the Sunshine Coast. The punctuated
Nuzzle over lavender oceans until we are clay.
Because we were clay.
Last edited by ATC; 11-17-2005 at 07:24 PM.
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