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| drawing by Brooks Shane Salzwedel |
A wiry breeze sews through my ear,
calls me to savor the taste of my time
and to lower my eyes to see beneath me.
Stand with me, grasp at dancing straws,
watch how our forebears stand so tiny
beside our potential, greasing the wheels
and bathing in the warm current of the past
until they shrink to historical invisibility.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Neko Case, Ghost Wiring
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