Grinding throb as heart cycles,
pulling , pushing , dropping , returning
and, as it weaves liquid rhythm:
chest rise , catches sinew , recedes.
These two, heart and breath, idle at the stoplight.
Green light lingers on the mind. And the host of stimuli
beckon: find, remember, chew, doze,
hold, release, follow, forget.
Chimneys on Rivoli
13 years ago
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