.
On hot Saturday mornings
Sarasota grocery stores
hold revelations of people,
receptions of events,
details of loud exclamation,
movements of complex simplicity,
And isles of simple complexity;
a great level of noisiness,
the noise of exclamation.
The busyness of the market
On hot Saturday mornings.
The profits of complexity and
the prophets of simplicity mix,
exchange views.
The epileptic screams all to silence and stillness,
the absolute silence-stillness of a crowd.
The wonderful silence of the crowds opening awareness.
What was us is is now I
Alone.
It always was
its just that the us forgets.
Friday, January 11, 2008
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