Tuesday, January 8, 2008

My 5 Year Old Daughter Stole Money From A Wallet

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follow the circle of the horizon
completed
shoulders against the outline of the bay Pier
leaves on the sand while the sea
the naked remains of a day

wet chips and burnt by saltwater
mark the edge of the surf and bounding
the movement of the waves
remember the occurrence of events when the anxiety becomes
melancholy

shadows when viewed from afar as silences are

signs rhythmic harmony in the composition of the surf while
completes its cycle
chanting repetition of the waves

hesitating decide
not to collect the traces
not to delete the paths that lead to memories
illusion that the tide is always willing to repeat
leaving me free to arrange the tiles

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