Saturday, April 3, 2010

uneasy

which is strangely not
the same as hard. Because
difficult is the situaton,
and the title is what lingers.

It's been too long.
I know the cure.

My ears thirst and they are,
thanks to distance,
not easily satisfied. They
do not believe the bush-beating
to which we've grown--
berry-less--accustomed.

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