May 19, 2005

Sanity

Rising to greet you.
Pulling out a chair.
Licking clean your plate.

Sanity bread crumbs sticking to the side of
your mouth your chin your shirt until
wiped away soft backhand skin.

Sanity letting you sit down first.
Beached and bleached into blue-white seashell fragments.
Crushed and sprinkled over a wide path.

Then sanity taking a nap.

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