song of myself

May 8, 2007

often, when 
i am
somewhere
the way it is
you know,
just before
it rains on the streets
there is a
silence, or maybe
just a memory of a
silence
when the wind drifts
in
and out again,
my childhood and that
warmth on my
face, in the sun
the way it touches me
seems like music.

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