Nobody's creekbed

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The Anterior Insula and Hwy W

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

what you know that you don't know--
your eyes tell me everything of you, she says,
and everything of the years since last we met,
minus the tedium of details.

i have dreamt our meeting thus, i say,
and to say nothing is the greatest relief.
. . .
. . .
what you know that you don't know.
when you live there is poetry in your face,
but not everybody can read poetry,
and not all poems are read.

consider the roof beam raised high, carpenter.