Thursday, May 16, 2013

she said "purdy", well, i thought of al . . .

 look down on myself from above
then front and both sides

it's really not very surprising
that love spoken by my voice
should be when I am listening

and how explain that?

a still pool in the forest
remains a sort of half-love
that is akin to kindness

excerpted (and reassembled) from al purdy "listening to myself"

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