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Winter Afternoons

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the sun slowly
downs on early
winter afternoons

his pale light is
silent gentleness
like the quite women

serving in an office
with the interior
smile turned on

to make everyday
a wonderful act

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Winter Rhythm

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awe rising with
me in the
early morning

snow covering
the tall mountains
in the desert

three days
of rain almost
continuous

a rare sound
tip tapping
on the skylights

winter holds it’s
own rhythm
lacking patience

to stay longer

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The London Hours, 2012

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following a long winter rain
tears falling on a wet
lonely bosom
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I breath many
short and close
small, compacted
.
a vision after another
slim as a trail out
of a dark maze
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punches, songs to my
heart, reconciled
your beauty sipping in
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the scum dried on me
washed out, left on the
ground among dirt
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where worms thrive

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The London Hours, 2012

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The London Hours
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No more us and I, and them
Night time nearing at 1pm
No wind chill, no chills,
Remote coldness.
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This winter isn’t like
The one you handed me
In colored paper
And ribbons I was excited to untie,
It will be the usual
Gloom of day-spair,
Of no directions,
No sense.
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Look right, look left,
Mind the gap, do not cross,
Where to, no more zebras,
Just hyenas and victims,
Many of us.
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I know you not,
You took up a different passport,
Broke the legs of time and sunk
Somewhere where I do not find
Air to breath and there are
No kisses to revive me.
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It’s the tallest solitude,
No eyes to lay on,
No tiptoeing naked,
No coughing the bodies against,
No nightlong reviving.
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No snow, no strolls, no fog,
No sleepover nestling.
No, no, no, no, no.
Yes, that’s all.
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