Tuesday, August 28, 2012

When I got home...

 


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  1. Aware
    by Denise Levertov

    When I opened the door
    I found the vine leaves
    speaking among themselves in abundant
    whispers.
    My presence made them
    hush their green breath,
    embarrassed, the way
    humans stand up, buttoning their jackets,
    acting as if they were leaving anyway, as if
    the conversation had ended
    just before you arrived.
    I liked
    the glimpse I had, though,
    of their obscure
    gestures. I liked the sound
    of such private voices. Next time
    I'll move like cautious sunlight, open
    the door by fractions, eavesdrop
    peacefully.

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  2. Thank you, I'm glad you like it.

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