Mon, 04 Oct 2004
Conversation
Three old friends discuss
nothing much in the sun while
unsaid things aren't said.
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Deep Fear
The whole childlike fear
of swimming through water that's
cold enough to kill.
01:56 |
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Cold Mountain Stream
The water, cold cold,
leaves from my naked body
to the hot dry sun.
01:55 |
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Still Tired
I wake up, still tired,
tides of sad resignation
join me there in bed.
01:54 |
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