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Monday, August 23, 2010

in their absence

their absence paints the walls
shades of mellow
excess energy to spend
than where it belongs
showered into small upturned faces
and huge wide open souls
everything influenced
by their lack
even seconds apart
not breathing
til they are back
strung out and taut like sheets on a summer line
moved only by outside winds
their absence oozes through my pores
until they’re home again


  1. lovely word flow.

    oozes through my pores until they're home again..
    how apt .


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