new york came, rampaging.
broadway approached, barking
the mad heavens roared down,
clouds enveloped me.
all was motion, darkness, the
ground rushing up.
mountains levelled themselves
and my feet, faithful dogs, brought me
home to you, my anchor, my light.

"sanctuary (for midori)," by luis francia
from the collection, "museum of absences"

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so closes the first half of 2005. yay!

¶ 7/31/2005 09:24:00 PM