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May 30, 2005

time he wanted to know what's that

a geography of possibility of patience of enough; a view
already personified as Father, I saw her I must say as a regal woman in green satin full lips brown eyes shadowed in egyptian blue powder, under a parasol
alone but not lonely neither busy nor bored no lap dogs or kittens no tea or scotch no magazines
no airs

between thoughts
between breaths
not waiting for a soul
not wanting

the blooming of a rose in its season
the cheek's blush, fading

room enough to hear the sounds of one's own making