Saturday, April 10, 2010

i think therefore i am.

the smoke from a fire breath of pesto.
absorb the set some familiar.
for good.
the too cool air off the mediterranean.
delays for pages.
a midnight train to roma.
half-horizontal maybes.
espresso to last.
shuttle us on.
too fast farewells for now.
a daze in fiumicino.
a flight above the better of europe.
bottom to tops.
first page to last.
the mountain heights sewn through the cotton cover.
the crepe they call denmark.
with an e or an a.
spread thin and dabbled on a dark glass pan.
familiar faces of strangers.
a room right how it was left.
some fifteen hours of rest.
here i am again.
preened.
before the fifth for the guy.
come seventh for the first home.

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