Posted by laural on October 20, 2000, at 3:12:29
New York; interlude
What has become of me?
and then?no then
an ellipses
some waves lapping
gently
(consistent)against wood
warm dry rot
hollow cry
of a gull
a turningof the head
in dead aira walk down the beach-
and back and
then?not a cloud. . . no promise
-of rain-
-of next-
of. . .
poster:laural
thread:1355
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