First Draft - June, 2010

Looking at you
I see into the past

diamond sky
and the goats head

long hours
sleeping cats

          D
          E
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          L
          O
          W
          E
          R
          E
          D

    THINGS

an empty house
creaking in its floor boards

scent of lamb cooking on stove
bitter taste of coffee

click of key
and mark of pen

sleepless hours hours
sleepless hours

things that are dead.