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May 7, 2004

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bluster


 


 


 


it is in the silence of


                        blusteringly windy days


                                                                        (when the trees bend and sway


                                                                            to the convincing,


                                                                                                persuasive,


                                                                                       sigh of the wind…


 


                                                                                                a breathless pause


                                                                                           , as if a heartbeat stopped


                                                                                                            midway)_


 


                                                i hear the cry of


                                                                        a


                                                                          frustrated


                                                                          SCREAMING


                                                                                –outbroken–   


                                                            child


 


                                                                                    {no sweet child o’ mine}


 


                                                                                                as through


                                                                                                            the gauzy


                                                                                          curtains of my window sill


                                                                                    i see, him pass me by.


 


                           dragging his small,


                                        sneakered,


                                    feet.


                                                in the gravelly


                                                 –plastic matte yellow and black


                                                            Honk Tonka truck–   


                                                        cement+conglomerate+stone


                                                    sidewalk


                                                               that sits in wait for scraped knees and antiseptic.


                                                                                        and a kiss and a butterfly


                                                                                                            bandaid to


                                                                                                     make it all better.

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