Sun, 03 Oct 2004
Conversation
Three old friends discuss
nothing much in the sun while
unsaid things aren't said.
21:57 |
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Deep Fear
The whole childlike fear
of swimming through water that's
cold enough to kill.
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Cold Mountain Stream
The water, cold cold,
leaves from my naked body
to the hot dry sun.
21:55 |
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Still Tired
I wake up, still tired,
tides of sad resignation
join me there in bed.
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Fire
Hissing, flickering,
the glowing fire barely warms
what's in front of it.
00:53 |
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The Strange Dance
An old friend in town
brings the strange dance--who I was
with who I've just been.
00:50 |
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Dark Night
In the deep dark night
we can't see past our torches
or hear past our songs.
00:47 |
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Driving
The sweet aloneness
of daytime highway driving--
music then silence.
00:43 |
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Bare Feet
It hurts a little,
my tender bare feet jumping
rough rock to rough rock.
00:41 |
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