Sunday, July 8, 2007

once (again) the shepherd has apologized

ritual be dormant.
there he stretches to abrasion and removal of the hurt.
come down from there
an unrequited skepticism blanks on a responsive stare.
the cameo appearance usually backfires.
maximum intent reverses charges.
is that you, miriam?
is that you, bradford?
is that you, amelia?
gorgeous names yield glocken-salience.
a feather in your campsite, said the hollerman.
why north, says she.
why anything, comes the reply.
it's daylight anymore.
still any day now.

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