Tears "burst" from the eyes.
This is the duty of words.
Is silence better?
To look down in the street.
The world is like bread.
Mouths water.
Forgive me if I lift my hand to affirm.
Or is it to question?
Mother had been a blind date.
Love at first sight.
Dirt below black birds.
None to corroborate the fox trot.
Hugh Seidman
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