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I rest my hand against the pane
and walk the street with tapered stride,
never moving to the crosspiece.
Leaning up across the piano.

The subtle sounds of water washing
from another room. The curtains
distill light to silence,
hanging there and waiting there.

When the phone rings,
I will start.
The pane will be forgotten.
Hopskotch people without stones
moving in and out of view.

I would throw them words of chalk
if I cared -- if they cared.
But neither of us know the other,
and the pane is cold with morning.

Presently, the keyboard waits,
long dark rows of bright, clean lights
hanging upside down, just wanting
to be pressed against the wood.

When I'm through, the last will ring
and bell out beautifully and spare.
Sparse as figures dancing naked,
uncoiling Sunday in wet drops.
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1 posted 11-05-2003 10:32 PM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

"When the phone rings,
I will start.
The pane will be forgotten.
Hopskotch people without stones
moving in and out of view.

I would throw them words of chalk
if I cared -- if they cared.
But neither of us know the other,
and the pane is cold with morning."

It's the transitions.  They getcha everytime.     I understand this well Mike.

"Iím here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time"

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2 posted 11-06-2003 04:24 PM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

Thanks, Duncan. Glad it made sense to you.
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"I would throw them words of chalk
if I cared -- if they cared.
But neither of us know the other,
and the pane is cold with morning."

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I sure do miss the writer that penned these words. This blue pane IS cold without you, Mikey.
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Wonderful writing
 
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