With the sun in my eyes
I stare into the shades
hard, because from there is where
the next thing comes
alongside me races
the long-haired boys
different textiles
of the same dream
the boys that saunter
towards me ever
with things, something
to say, but
I don't want to hear.
Stay in the shades.
I'll stare from here
with the sun in my eyes.
Sept 7, 2010
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