then we enter the big words-
the street grows silent
only trash moves-
i wait, and hear graves whisper
their sticky nearness
i see the cobwebs, and
turn to watch them go incandescent,
what else is there-
love to love,
day to day, secretly pay
the bills
while the rest sleep
lick stamps for distant places
and always
remember the insects are
going to pity us, when
the flood comes, when
the heart fills
and dumps what the anguished
world has held all the while.
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