Friday, October 17, 2008

something amiss in the drops of rain.
i gather it is from your hair that catches their fall.
you have always been sympathetic
to the fluidity of things.
it is a fragile that breaks.
i do not share
but heal.
still
its resistance to soften
the bony edges.
the outskirt of my heart.

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