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Fine words, not print,

Snatch the most from you.

Take your chances

And skip straight to

The x and dotted line,

But each letter you sign

Will be in ink invisible,

A language unknown.

not quite
in face or form,
but balance
he desired
in space,
letter or
speech, he
sculpted or
shaved, paved in
smooth sound
a walkway
ground so
endless, far
and fragile that
it caressed
silence it
is poetry

This miniature metal condominium houses all types.

Showy, obnoxious advertisements curl uncomfortably

In the small, bland room, much to their distaste.

The neighbor is a humbler sort,

A handwritten letter scrawled on simple stationery,

Waiting patiently in its temporary home.

Several doors down intimidating bills crowd the space,

Wedged between fighting cousins, the credit card offers.

Leaving their renovated homes,

Simple country houses

And crowded office buildings at the end of the day,

Everyday people rush to check their mail.