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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Sweep the Hearth

tonight it's you
i've corresponded
and my place is here
spiking the punch
taste has become
our simplest answer
to this haunting
unlucky as whistles
in a morning ritual
work at another moon
only a footfall from winter
time looks within
the ten thousand steps


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