the bones at the back of your hand

are only playing one note

Tuesday, 15 March 2011

steps


if we could trace our steps back
back to cold hands thrust into pockets
back to earphones, for sharing
back to half melted ice cream waffles
and turned up shirt collars
back to the things you say without saying
what would we find?
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