Thursday, 22 April 2010


the wind blowing into us,
flapping through our coats,
the sun blinding into our eyes
through the canopy of the trees,
fanning their heavy boughs
as we pass,
each step a tangible solidity
in the solidity of the immutable,
you and i,
neither apart,
nor in any modulated differentiation in the odour our sweat,


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