wrestling with myself
but there is no noise in the scuffle
looking at someone who looks like me
from the corner of my eye
she tries not to be seen
like sounds working hard to bring no attention to themselves
she is
and is not all at once
rolled herself into a rubber band ball
years of collected thought with no bounce
getting from here to there, a life task
a solitary roll that hits an angle in the wall and just sits
Written on Aug 15, 2009
12:23 PM
Saturday, August 15, 2009
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