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Friday, January 20, 2006

two a.m.

two a. m.
a quarrel floats
past my window


Blogger texas haijin said...

nice, bill!

8:30 PM  
Blogger Eric said...

2 am
about the neighbor's quarrel

6:39 AM  
Blogger Anonymous Poet said...

two a.m.
a squirrel flies
through my window

10:40 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thanks, Dustin.
Eric: It could happen.
anon: Well, I guess that could happen, too.

8:13 PM  
Blogger floots said...

bill: Thanks for looking in.
The poem you left captures that desolate feeling so well. Much appreciated.

Strangely, because of my own thoughts, I suppose, this new post has a similar mood, though obviously it is more about isolation (which can be an insulated bonus at times) than desolation. Those late night/early morning moments are very special - and you have distilled this one perfectly.

12:17 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thanks, floots. I'm sorry for your loss, and I'm glad we could share the moment, my friend. Yes, our moods often determine what we find in what we read. Your reading of this certainly does no violence to what I had im mind when I wrote it.

9:16 AM  
Blogger Aurora said...

This is a nice one.:)

6:00 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thank you, Aurora.

6:57 AM  
Blogger Denis said...

Nice minimalist capture of one of those little moments. Well done!


7:09 PM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thanks, denis.

6:18 AM  
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7:34 AM  

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