Friday, August 15, 2008

The Month He Lent Them

his eyes

are closed

teasing words out of the

cozy corners of his

crowded mind.

his fingers


lightly over the soft rug,

etching words

over ornate designs.

an image over another.

when the murmurs outside


words that were running around


climb back into his skin

where they belong

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