Mediation

Posted on February 19, 2010

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she died
yesterday
my neighbor
a wall between us
that sampled life down
to subtle rhythms
not the sordid kind
but the kind of waking up
and getting ready
and sitting down to read
and going out for a final drive

they make other rhythms
today
police men
and a roommate
and a mother and father
sounds more frantic
and searching
and unnatural

tomorrow there will only be
rhythms from from this side
reflecting back

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