The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

August 16, 2004

they sat alone after she left
and the dusk slowly turned to night

what did they speak of
loneliness curled its wisps around them
loneliness caressed them in the distance

the sea came and went, came and went


moshi! moshi!
bruise and growth
we are learning the smile
moshi! moshi!


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