Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Cradles the phone like a baby
While conversation languishes on the floor
Silence beckons unpleasant thoughts
That drive him swiftly through the door.
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