Saturday, September 05, 2009

From My Window, As I Miss You

  1. the steam from my cup
  2. the low murmur of voices
  3. the glint of light on the chrome
  4. the moss between the bricks
  5. the strum of the mandolin
  6. the wag of the tail
  7. the hand nestled in the pocket
  8. the cheery rustle of the morning paper
  9. the cracks in the tile
  10. the sharp click of her heels on it
  11. the keys dangling from the hand
  12. the creak of the old wooden door
you are all of these to me
and more.

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