Wednesday, February 17, 2010


You fingered the white top
Button of your white blouse.
I just tried to act natural.
A tree fell in the forest
Nearby without making a sound.
Like most of what we said
It made the silence deeper.
Our laughter made us sadder.
You said the only cure
For anxiety was fear.
Now solitude undoes loneliness
Like a ribbon from your hair,
And the sound at last arrives
That knocks the wind out of the ground.

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