Sunday, May 26, 2013

Amtrak, NYC to Philly

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  1. O Zo, they just keep coming! What an ending!

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  2. Why tear up when I read these words,what is it that touches,what place do I then exist in?why is that some kind of joy or sorrow and is it either, welling up in the jaw,around the eyes,and if dwelled upon can ache around the temples. Did you ever cry so hard that the heaving sobs resolved dissolved into some release a slowing of breath,a beginning clarity,an easing and relaxation.poems can be like that the whole being involved.

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