> though the tongue freezes
> without speech
> and all along the boulevard
> people press their lives
> into the sounds in their heads
>
> there's something tender in stone
> the cold frees it
I like this (so accurate, I find), Jill, though I wonder what kind of soul
would give up
Australian heat for January Paris!!!
Wow,
Stephen V
Blog: http://stephenvincent.durationpress.com
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