Sunday, September 12, 2010

Sunday Morning

When we sleep
we hold our feet
find security
in each others
ten touching toes
sleep softly against the sunrise
listen to the silence
of yellow street lights
blinking in perfect
unison
like the heart beat of
our sad sad city



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  1. AmandaSeptember 14, 2010 at 5:23 PM

    Thanks for blocking me again, buddy. It's been real. Good luck with your writing.

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