Sometimes time presses heavy on the moment
Like all the weight of the body as it concentrates itself into the tip of a stiletto heel
These are the times when it is good to walk barefoot
Sometimes the light can erase a whole layer of skin
Like a chemical breeze gyrating through a forest of locusts
These are the times when it is advisable to wear shoes
Sometime the tide will bring in the fresh salt of mourning
Like a wrenching arm in garage changing wheel
These are the times it is best to lie still
Sometimes the day will be filled with war
Like green algae on a pond full of eels
These are the times to make waves
March 2011
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