Apr. 13th, 2010

Poem

Apr. 13th, 2010 09:55 pm
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A Stasis

After seven
the thirty-first floor softens 
like driftwood.

In the elevator well
I listen to the distant
exhalations

of pulleys.  Their endless debriefings
like the creak of cedars
growing past.

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