Tuesday, April 1, 2008

a constant state

a constant state
a consistent stroke
for any feat.

an upward screech rattle climb
in the grey day
that has lost some
of its oneness.

single clouds can now be
distinguished in the sky.
tiny pockets of light
shine almost white
while the mist thickens
over brooklyn.

the river is grey
as newspaper
or pavement
or sky.

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