Friday, May 25, 2007

.02

They are beautiful...
those flesh-toned 
late-spring movies —
full of morning heat and
evening re-releases
full of start-ups
and finals
those silent black finals...
those finals that flash—
those lashes that thrash
and then it's me — all alone
no shelter - no home
no water - no sky
no light - no lie

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