your own words are different
products of some other world
not the soft decadence slumbering
in the suburban streets

you speak of such important matters
full of precisely correct phrases
a discourse most unnatural
to those who talk to one another

have I been gone so long, so isolated
that the simple seasonal patterns
have lost the neighborly charm
of small talk upon the lawn

(summer 2006)

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