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Returning

Rained hours ago
damp pavement
almost soft -
quiet on the feet:

step, step, pause, step.

The air articulates
clarity
as do the colors,
and their scent:

breathe, look, blink, breathe.

Use the sidewalk
as a memory
to the corner house,
which now -

beat, beat, skip, beat

lives
in my childhood
and not beyond.

(feonua) | Apr 21, 09
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Weight

The weight
of the heart:

such as a memory,
vague within a cloudy vase;

such as an envelope,
within which lies a letter.

The rhythm
of the heart:

beat, beat, skip, beat;

a percussion that
quietly belies its weight.

(rinabell) | Apr 14, 09
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