Monday, November 17, 2008

"1(a ..." (e. e. cummings)

loneliness
has shown me
the emptiness
of a single soul

i am a leaf
(no tree)
i am a
drop of rain
caught
in the limbo of a photograph

the very quietness aches
of a profound loss of something
I cannot know
except
as a faint echo of need

(never?)

Until spring
I am winter forever.

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