Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Testing

Testing

a two-person dance
'round a long, metal sink;
he needs this jug,
I need that bottle;
paths intersect,
arms cross,
hands collide;
agitation forgotten
in an awkward,
unspoken,
unmeant tango;
the body reacts,
a half-hearted,
automated reply;
but it's as though
I'm not at home;
perhaps because
I am.

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The flint was struck, but the wood was green.

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