at work, scribbled lines
assembled meditation on
shared skin hunger
Roman holiday:
a fine separation ends
go away slower
summer rain in rome
three lives intersect at once
a taxi appears
which way will they go
new horizons for all
search for links by sky
waking warm with Lynn
sleep breaks to touch, dream to light
she is my lover
Inside out ember
long legs and smell of leather
folded in my arms
her hands make prayers
from air to beauty she turns
one moment to many
Enter a dark room
Clumsily grope for the switch
Bulp pops, nothing waits.
Red Cross up in smoke
Enemy Desperation
Victory is near
While the Fourth Month waits
she walks backwards into spring
Alabaster skin
Saddam looks furry
He blinks in Iraqi light
Can evil be wise?
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