The Soul selects her own society,
then Shuts the door.
e. dickinson

Monday, February 11, 2008

for CLos



*57

On the "out of pocket"
nothing, birds, or are they
little books of forms, make
more air into having them go;
useful when you're
next to me checking
you're e-mail to see
if those birds
were also in my head
in the parking lot
walking towards Radio
Shack to buy a new
cellphone charger. Yes,
I was there with you
even if our footsteps
weren't legible
trying to sign on.

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