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August 25, 2002
Looking Through Glass
on windy days i imagine
soaring through my window when
the time has come
for me to fly
wondering if
the walrus
and the dormouse
and the weasel and the field mouse
will forever lose their eyes

on rainy days i seek out the
circus umbrella who is
said to talk
about the weather
whenever
you open its polyester skin
of many things
it mentions then
is that canvas will bow to wind

and the rhythm
of shoes
on pavement goes
stomp scrape stomp
and the rhythm of seas
and ships
on waves of gold goes
splash