Wednesday, April 6, 2011

April 6: Don’t this, that

Don’t be a stranger, visit more often,
but you won’t, because strangeness
encases you like mist,
its empty scent.

Iron kettles filled with water,
placed on a wood stove,
daub the air with gentle moisture
and the scent that is nameless,
like you, my lost friend.

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