there’s a candle burning and beats playing and dried brown leaves hanging off the
branches of a cold tree knocking on a cold window.
but reach out… the roots are warm;
it is alive, and will have green leaves in the spring;


how can we cultivate such sustainability,
one asks, observing, but the energy is in a constant flow
and feels odd taken out of context,
defies analysis, just feeds


your soul,
my spirit,
development.


tomorrow’s street corner conversation.


october 2004


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