jueves, 9 de septiembre de 2010

The Minutes
furious
face
crumbling
fingers flipping pages
unseen by open eyes
looking for an answer
stilling thoughts
with a hammer

radar ears detecting
some signal
from uncooperative
walls hiding
promises of steps
never reaching
her door

the creaking bones of the elevator
stopping on another floor.

OH
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