... bright, silent, indifferent
finite curve of brilliance,
smooth as the lip
of an oyster's shell
through exhaust fumes,
blur of tail lights,
the three pale stars of my destiny
slide upward into hazy summer-
they leave no trace
as they fade
10.13.07
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Your poems are incredibly beautiful and intense. Broke my heart to read through a few of them. You have a way with words I think. and musicality - something that most of us tend to lose with age, and numbness. You still have it, as raw as it comes.
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