How many, many times I have waited like this for the sky to fall.
Thanks for this.
-Peter Ciccariello
ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
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From: SB <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Wed, 17 Aug 2005 12:23:31 -0600
Subject: Snapshot 17 August 02005
I am waiting for the sky
to fall. I am waiting
to be wrapped in its blue
cloak. I wait for this pain
in my shoulders to grow
into wings. I wait for
the one who can lift me
without effort. I wait for
the people in this book
to step out and fold me
in. I am waiting for winter,
for this dream to open
into spring, I am waiting
to wake up.
I sit in this room with
the other petitioners,
with the flat wood tables,
with the magazines
and their glossy pages.
I am waiting for my name
to be called. I am waiting
to be told what to do. I am
rising to my feet. If you call
my name, shall I follow you?
These altered windows
shed the sun like water.
There is nothing out there,
on the other side.
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~ SB =^..^=
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