Tuesday, January 10, 2006

The birds on the wire perch like commas,
dictating a breath between sky and earth.

The sentence of the city stretches out to the horizon
meticulously diagramed in streets and buildings,
we punctuation, walking about
changing meanings.

The universe meant one finite thing
until we moved our ellipses around.

One bird on a wire indicates that this was merely a pause,
not an ending

1 Comments:

Blogger David said...

I like it.

7:25 PM  

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