as we walk through
in the midst of a beginning
half way from the end
we turn the tables
you a surprise
beneath the unexpected
handling unknown syllables
in a moment
less than more
stumbling steps
towards openings
found in mornings
as we walk through sentences
misspellt
corrected at leisure
so we close doors
to open them
once again
as love
is found
amongst sinking debree
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-28 at 08:10
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