Thursday, June 17, 2004

the new house

what words
have smashed against
these walls,
crashed up and down these halls, lain mute and then drained
their meanings out and into
these floors?

What feelings, long since
streamed vague yearnings
below this ceiling
In some dimension
which I cannot know,
the shadows of
another still exists. I bring my
memories, held too long in check,
to let them here shoulder
space and place to be.

And when I leave to
find another house,
I wonder, what among
these shades will be
left of me.

- Maya Angelou -

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