February 24  2001

Twenty-two



there is no particular in living the same fall 
one and any

living everywhere every beginning and every ending

cells of cadence and place

the birds sweep down in doubles and perch on the near tree

only you and sun 

break shadow

any 
rain flares 

dark runway

one more air 
thins at the height of passing worlds

and your word

 

 


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