Sunday, August 10, 2014

He is a savage intellectual with a quick wit 
who can make you convulse into laughter
if he so desires; the choice is his, not yours, 
you remember that--he can look down his nose 
at you, too--he is just that smart.

Small sorrows
flutter toward
the open window,
settle on the sill,
wait for a breeze
to wash them
back inside.

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