Friday, August 3, 2007

fictive colloquey

"I'm not the fruit   vague passers blithely gather"
"mine's not the sough   of some indifferent wind"
I didn't hear this conversation   rather
it welled up in a dreamy night   my friend

"where do you journey   along the empty highway?"
"ten thousand miles afar   though I'll be back"
"many a shoe departs   treading this byway
I've yet to see return   one gone rucksack"

"mine's not the fugitive tale   and I would send thee
fond news upon the breezes   laughing kindly"
"I'll listen for a spell   where you would lend me
your handkerchief   if tears are apt to find me"

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