Renovations

Monday, February 1, 2010

A God and a language of ends,
coins on the butcher's block
by the doorway; beset by new tympana
of wall paint, beige and singing, right,
framing the old job and hollow.

Unfinished but suggestive of contrast:
the lighter and the darker shying still
more away from grey black etc-
walk lightly and dry, the bounds
will not stay put.

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