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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
.
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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