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So This is Finality |
Strike of stone
faced lacerations and your
imposed finality: me,
rebounding into the
cumulus night (again) with
some strange dog-lover and a
traveling saxophone player from
Colorado and two Roberts,
one bald, the other with a
camera in Europe
taking colorless pictures of
undulating birds and a storefront
obscured by a tree, concrete and
crumbs and a recycled moon and
me, exhaling images and all this
finality, lulling me to sleep.
copyright 2004
Rosemarie
Dombrowski |
