Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Rhythm II.

I listen here.
By the gold dome,
on this blessed,
cracked, trashed,
overgrown pavement.
I listen here
to the solitary beat,
the beat, beat
how is this possible,
I ask myself.
How is this probable
that there would be one
discernable beat.
it grounds me. in this moment.
it's where I need to be.
I need to be here, here,
right here, I
tell myself.
I no longer listen here
for your footstep.
I am present.

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