SAFETY ZONE
The sunlight
is a dog
that bites,
barks its song
in time, in
time to float
about the floors
and windows
of this room.
Down the page,
the words,
the words be-
gin to crawl,
to play. Re-
flected in
their eyes are
wild things,
noisy feelings,
possibilities
that lead us
to the dark
planets
of another
situation.
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