They watch,
not gawking,
villagers wid
monochrome unruf-
fled lives, as
polychrome bruit
descends, a swoosh
of arrival. Citybred
moths flit abt
bustling, alien
syllables clatterng,
unable to absorb-
me too.
- Max
Monday, October 12, 2009
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