Saturday, May 4, 2013

Here

The house is silent
The young voices are asleep.
My thoughts are gathered on top of the table 
I know how I got here but somehow the road disappeared
Uncertainty  makes knives of my fingers as I touch my face

Not a single sound
The dog sleeps 
The sun is rising


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