Fragments
Voices heard from far away
Stress, it seems, has gone astray.
Giving is but all in time
Getting rid of what's not mine.
Shelling peanuts
In display
Going, masking, what's in they.
Sharing, but without withdraw
Letting all we know and saw
Tears within these baren walls
Silken satin parts of awe.
Sunlight brings
And squirrels call
Nesting after work
And all the planning.
Asking all within
Sounds of secrets
Lost within.
Buying time
And wasting these
Doorknobs and those
Misplaced keys
Of lying
Shame.
10-25-09
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