The more the words, the less the meaning, and how does that profit anyone?

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Some we know more of than ourselves
for we have held them,
measuring the space of their life in a breath.

Some we know only of:
A distant glowing city may be spotted by its smoke,
like exhaling winter onto a pane of lighted glass.

Your body is a warm furnace seen through a window.

1 comment:

peter hafer said...

thrilled to read new stuff