"But there are lots like us, with no grave but the stage."

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

sanctions.

laying belly up on the basketball courts,
the bug parade was never ending.

we discussed war and pointed out the train's echo,
how it called out to suburbia late at night.

the pool's light illuminated the park,and these courts
surrounded by sleeping homes
(and restlessness).

what a way to end the summer.
it was truly beautiful.

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