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Sunday, January 30, 2011

Willfully Placed

("Foggy Night")

He lay prostrate
like a leaf
to it's end
having no further
to float

and seeming thus
felt adornment
too lofty
for so low

to reassemble
at hands breadth
he rose
listening to the breeze
whistling through holes

(The morning was dark and foggy, but the streetlamp caught metal and blinked off the surface. I saw two large silver stud earrings side by side on the cement. They had not fallen from ears, as the backs were on. They had not fallen from pockets, as they were both facing southeast, parallel and close...like parentheses around abandoned words. They had no dew. They were recent. I picked them up and placed them closer together on a cafe table, risen, to find new ears.)

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