Monday, April 04, 2005
Essential parametric moments
“An essential parametric moment”
“You used to smile more,” she said.
“Yes, I did.”
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“I witness”
I watch from a distance
The surge of red and white on the streets
A flood of sweat and song
And rekindled hope
--cruel hope!—
And echoes of billowing sails
And a bearded youth
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“She was a good woman”
She’s gone
A cold slab in a sea of stone
A lonely bed in a desolate park
Gone is the collar of her dress
The color of her wrinkles
And the smell of her smile
That I loved to sink in
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“What is the nature of that sill?”
“That is snow.”
Tell her I’m yellow
I am drowned in the
Guck of life
And life is a--
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1 comment:
I miss her too, and yes, she was a good woman,
Ton frère Ahmad
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