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Thursday, August 21, 2003

Lakeside John
just along for the ride
but he is not moving
the ripples subside

Beauty's hand
paints trees on the shores
but he doesn't see
an osprey soars

Time's fog
hides steps not taken
until he hasn't moved
a nail driven



Friday, June 21, 2002


Noise is a constant companion. The Envoy prowls suburb lanes fueled with muzak and digital speaker-phones. Walkman stalks the bike path while a low-rider's subwoofer fractures the fragile silence.

The dog sleeps.

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