Saturday, 28 May 2011

Hotel Breakfast

a hubbub,

smooth hum,

in a ballroom

- yum, yum!

Across these tables


told, retold,

revise and hurry.

And, if I listen to

fifty different voices go

loudly out - in time and space

from each their separate place,

I - (just) - can sense:

I am.

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