From A Hot Apartment: Heatwave July '06
No one else seems to quite get this;
no one else is quiet like this.
I think I quite like you, because
I'm quiet like you.
Right now the world
is not quite quiet; it's still,
which is not quite the same.
Alone in my room,
on this sweaty morning,
I understood everything
perfectly for a while.
Which isn't to say
I was an expert on the minutiae;
I only understood that there IS
an everything; I think it's
the hum of my fan
that makes my head so quiet
so I can think everything at once.
I'm not quite saying what I mean;
I think I'll go be quiet a while longer.
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Well, I'd like to comment on that quite quiet poem, but it's so...
q u i e t
in here.
;-)
A very quiet poem on quietness. I like that in today's noisy world.
And then when you enter a place that is air conditioned your body goes slack and the quietness makes you fall to the floor in sleep...
Hello-
Are you able to record this poem for miPOradio's The Goodnight Show? I would need it by this week if you can.
Thank you,
Didi Menendez
www.miporadio.net
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