I heard something like your voice today -
your voice when tame and oceaned away.
The greeting, identical to homeland calls
recollected summer, and break, any pause
we'd make between distant circumstance
to commit affection, or at least approach it;
clutch flesh in lieu of digi-roses.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
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