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November 2009 
Pattern Recognition
Posted on Oct 31st, 2008
by 
Ron
Ron
| Pattern Recognition Discreet music rising from a toaster. A large blue rubber band on a cold deck, unemployed. The bending of folding chairs in the morning light. The wet glass table drying in a crowd of trees, the Twenty inch fingerprint found in the glass. Breath near my ear and the soft falling Of warm animals on the periphery. A group of candles, relaxing between burnings, Idly chatting, looking toward the mountain. The purr of the furnace, answering Fall's phone call. Twin bamboo doing their little green yoga Just beyond my shutter speed. Winesaps curled in a clear bag, Dreaming of becoming me. Salt and pepper, always ready... Buttering all this discreetness With the knife of my ear. |
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