Friday, June 25, 2004


mall-shuttle doors
clothes together--similar
thoughts machined--supper ate
common spheres: warm, cold,
partial gatherings up.

       An elderly rider grasps
a pole nearer me and I
a well-weathered hand--
flaccid ceiling her--
sweet drying, ground flower.

       A tuber. I pull
him up and out with me--
curbside--nee recollections
unravel, choke in exhaust.

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