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Thursday, January 27, 2011

dry ice

i let you
cover my tracks
by shadowing me
home.

where we could fill in
all the graves
with periodic
advances

and nonchalant
recalculations-

invisible,
became the eye
of the storm.

3 comments:

Jo~ said...

"invisible,
became the eye
of the storm."

it happens. love that last stanza Seth.

wildchild said...

wonderful writing. i love reading your words
:)

seth elkins said...

thanks to you both!