Friday, August 14, 2009

Dam

We no longer move.

Our eyes open
like slowing wheels,

pulleys strained 
by rope's burden.

Stone upon stone
skies carried
by the concrete wake,

diffuse sediment
through steel veins
into city's heart.

Another deluge
floods valleys---

                     her hand rose
                     but could not pass
                     cheek.


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