How many days will trip by before you find me
thick in my thoughts, sleeves rolled pacing the floorboards
in search of a word or meaning?
How many brilliant ideas
will have flashed over me in a wake of
cosmic certainty - hours of jaunty disbelief
idle conversation, Sunday afternoons
before you stand square-jawed knowing at my door?
Thumbed magazines, walks in the neighborhood
undeveloped rolls of film -- these pile up.
- bellini
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