Thursday, October 05, 2006


Blows, throwing yellow leaves
spinning between
cold forming prisms
and suddenlong shadows.
I sniff at changing air
hear a clamouring vee
in the upward chasm
feel a season
rising through bare soles
I am already passed beyond
the half open door behind
that holds loosely back
a muffled etude for piano
electric light squeezed
to a thinning triangle
broken to splinters
on smooth brick steps,
shakey black iron rail
creaking to one side
no boundary
no safety
no grip at all.

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