Saturday, August 11, 2012


Count down a contemplation
an echoing resonance
like numbers backward
the mirror a window

coins gently jingle
in the cotton pocket
of your worn twill pants
like this & that, that & this
down the concrete stairs
clap-trap reminders of others

opening itself to you
the train, we call it
at the platform
presents an airless option

your new world presentation
piano fingers thinking
up & down the static line
trumpets punctuate
bring chorus forefront
bass tunes the core

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