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Mar 03, 2008 - 08:39 AM PST

catch the shadows against the gate
voices flutter over terrace walls
and slither down against the
rough gray plaster

they were animals, caged
as animals
their glassy eyes couldn't see the city from this hill

the trees that block an eggshell sky at eyelash level
we could hear so much clearer with our hands empty