A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
I am silence Embracing the cold Unconscious As it wraps blue wires Up my tingling arms I hug me Squeeze out the cold To replace it With some of my own I am waiting For the warm unknown Holding nothing But patience Leaking into the cold
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