Thursday, March 17, 2005

Visit

Heavy full of quiet,
my family
all tucked into this
house in the old soil.
Compost piles of lives
un-hurried over years.
They deserve the peace.
I'll be glad to leave,
to hit the city
with my old hat boots
and chime in the clutterland
of noise and boredlessness.

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