regret

and this one: catapulted with old stories
a moment shared between strangers, in the morning, a tealight falters but sunlight
comes through, ragings left out in gutters
on sidestreets, hobblers need a little change
for your short booze fingertips life, a closing of doors
with opne hands, her slender hands open windows
and the breeze comes through while we stare at passersby.

2004-06-27 | 11:47 a.m.
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