Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Moaning Doves


shoes in a dryer
silk in a blender

a can opening
your god singing

pop of a toaster
heals on a hard wood floor

dice falling
start of an siren

water boiling
the orchestra plays

keys searching
the rustling of sheets

You do remember the sounds,
for I can hear them in your voice

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