Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Dialogue

Once
when you turn your back
at the kitchen sink
you ask me what colour your eyes were.
I stand very near you,
and very still, not touching
or looking
for what must be a time
because after I answer you ask
what took so long?
Entire geographies of sky between clouds
pool inside my head.
To me no time has passed at all.

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