when i go to my backyard and sit in the snow,
i watch and listen. quiet.
the trees bare and dark
the sounds come tumbling in
and i sit
and listen
the more i empty
the more i fill
the spaces and sounds of quiet
tumble me dry
make me warm
i park myself at 5
neutral
and let the snow squall come
Thursday, January 24, 2008
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