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OUR ABSENCE
Our absence was apparent
from the overgrown shrubs from the grass that needed mowing, from the birds, the clouds, the gaps. Not speaking until it becomes deliberate silence, a disappearance, something that’s difficult to resent. The overcast sky: us. Search parties have been called off, dogs called back, news reports forgotten. Don’t move, that just makes circles in the pool of silence. |
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© 2003, Mark Boog Publisher: First published on PIW, 2008 |
© Translation: 2008, Michele Hutchison |