Sunday, December 3, 2006

Year Long Lens

Now that it is cold I am remembering

a time when putting
my breath on a cold
pane of glass
was like bleeding,

when rooms
and hallways were lit
by one lamp only, yellow
oh like a glass bone!

I put the tendons of my arm on a harp
that toured our country's airports
for three whole months.

Westchester International: I heard
them singing in December, still red.

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