The Surface
Longingtoward the surface
bubbles flying,
popping
as they may.
Looking
for a wayward shadow
lurking in the closet
or the corner.
'Round the bend
I wonder
When the claws of this cat strikes.
Bending for a leaky faucet
cracked where time has taken toll
until the end of this line fades
unto the surface.
3-21-10
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