patterns of sole edges
12 December, 2007 | No comments | Category: love.of.words!
scouring
across the tamarack
across the curb frames of the path
abrupt movements into spirals. in haphazard dazedness…

concealing head in a black hood hiding from. hiding to. from
hidden
focused on patters of sole edges
staring without seeing
lost in puzzlement, seemingly enthralled. though it only seems
the curves and cervices of the maze, the spirally routine spacial exchange.
i do. i walk a lot….
maybe the life thirsts a secret.
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