first midnight: wind
shuffles olive leaves.
contentment in practice
holds this house.
calfskin gloves somewhere.
keyboard the same.
letters on good
quality paper, beige.
beginning with you
and your purity
I write necessity.
I write you.
I take safety
not in stride
I walk home.
this is home.
2 Jan 2008
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