Thursday, March 11, 2010

Silent Bit II

This sickness heeds my insecurities.
Senses dehabilitate and scrutinize.
I am sour now, plucked after the rain, seasoned by dismissal.
I will not know the taste of sweetness, only the air will drift and show me kindness.

In this I am listening…waiting for the breeze to muss the stiffness.

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