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  • ErcAshfrd@aol.com
    storytelling Morning breaks it heart in the usual way. Flowers gradually turning gold then crimson. Books open their white pages then the writing of us
    Message 1 of 1 , Jul 3, 2006
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      Morning breaks it heart in the usual way.

      Flowers gradually turning gold

      then crimson.

      Books open their white pages

      then the writing of us begins.

      The storytelling; some of it true

      in a relative kind of way.

      Print and ink

      hurried graffiti, the usual suspects

      the usual movie.

       

      Sometimes we bump into old friends

      lovers or those we would want to be our lovers.

      Here she is now, all of her features changing

      into an image I hold out to her.

      Am I projecting or obsessing?

      One should know, try to understand,

      live by a code or a coded life

      just underneath the writing.

       

      Evening breaks it heart in the usual way.

      Flowers turning to blood

      a handwriting we ourselves create.

      We look for the storyteller

      but he is looking for his partner

      the listener.

      The one who opens books

      and hears what the pages say

      before the words have become

      too obvious a fiction.

       

       

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       (c) Eric Ashford 006

       

       

       

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