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Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Windfalls


for LW


Between planned speech
And inarticulate silence
A hundred nascent conversations dwell,
Each and every one earthed,
Potted in situated soil.

Your breathed words
Inspire unforeseen windfalls.
What harvest spontaneous
Will we reap today?
It is joy, not yet knowing.


+ VDMA

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