For the man selling books on the street at night
These dull nothing lights
have seeped
in and filled
my ears once sweet
tunnels, my eyes once
wandering from
room to roam, my mouth
whose tongue once
curved in searching.
I make it all wrong and
right.
I'll be off soon and
see the space that's
left.
I am saying these words
straight
to you.
Or trying to.
I don't know why.
July 15th 2009
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