This does not fit-----
background looming
"Don't tell me WHERE"
now, staring-----
blank star----
blue so vibrant
hand on hip, hand on hand
a bellow or a sigh
now a glass bridge
peeking through to the floor
arms, only arms
his face ragged, unshaven
cramming it into-----
are we home?
22 March 2007
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