Archive for August, 2010

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A wet towel is hanging from a bar

In the bathroom.

And the tub is full of hairs.

I am very sleepy.

A slug melts in salt.

Dirty dishes in the sink.

What did I eat today?

But a long robe is hanging

On the chair.

And I am only waiting for someone else

To talk.

The Owl

Who,

The owl

Going who

Suddenly to

An owl somewhere,

Or

Who

Disappeared,

In the dark arms

Of the dark trees, loudly

Once cried

And cried.