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writings about
walking around
,
the prom
,
and
moving forward
.
variations on a theme
I.
sun through winter trees'
skeleton fingers, touch
of chill in breeze; we
were at the edge of the world
and there was a silence
that resounded
brush hair back from face, cracked
a smile when Castro stirred; Shadow
walked off a ways to be alone
and there was a silence
that resounded
eyes shut breathe deep the
warmth was an envelope, and
Nomad whittled a walking stick; Spartan
sat by the cliff in contemplation
and there was a silence
that resounded
its beauty unapproachable by words
II.
five sleepers on a
mountainside; trust is the key
resounding silence


justin, 03/10/01

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