Tuesday, October 10, 2006

last october: hardwood and asthma

the cracks in the sound of the wood of this floor
my feet have posed
them sounded
reminded
a step
a step, then alive

(more than my breathing)
gasp-for-some-air
has not been
(out of sadness)
that loud

they crack at the heat
cracked out of cold

revise
not dead yet
not a requisite

still alive
tranquil

as I wish
it was
the tempest
in my hum
this night
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