*1. the long fingers of the willow trailing in the water
*2. even though neither of us knew the time, it felt like we were
always hurrying to leave.
*3. when i was a baby this was one of the dialects i was born knowing
but later forgot when self-defense became my second tongue.
*4. they looked like twins because of their uniforms as they kept
swaggering around in the language of unease.
*5. this was at my first communion at which i communed with
selfconscious silliness.
*6. just another name for not caring. as soon as the sparrows thawed out
they disappeared into a low-flying cloud.
*7. once known as an opus it was really a piece of music that never existed.
*8. this was just another name for a political convention or rabble rousing.
*9. this was part of a collection of sounds that were never heard--one foot marching,
one lip kissing, a chain breaking on a punching bag and the bag hitting the ground.
*10. a name for a person who looks back and sees the past closing like a canopy of trees in an inpenetrable jungle, crossing their wild arms.
*11. raking leaves on an autumn day equals the loneliness i feel.
*12, a falling star that has let go of the sky that held it