May 31, 2011
What to say, what to say,
no scenes left to play.

I can’t say hello
to memories in tow,

or goodbye
without a vie

of welling emotion
like locomotion.

This is foolish.
My mind, brackish

like the sea.
But for me,

what is there left to say
in the time of a day?

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