Up under the eaves
time re-convenes
from the corners
it has explored
in high disguise
as minutes and hours.
Lately they hum
in passing.
But here in the attic
the windows and walls
thicken with now
muscles softer
than plaster, but firm
hold up the night
breathing evenly, counting
in cicada tides.
july 23, 2010
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