Friday, May 13, 2005

The cat's nails drag across the door.
Dog whines, a louder echo
Of the faint cries from the vaux swifts
That have nested in the brick chimney.
All else is a waiting silence.

Still, you don't speak
And gradually I become the void
Vibrating in our ears...the low hum of a train
Idling at the station,
The dial tone on a displaced phone.

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