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1.

Waiting
for your arrival,

I see you
everywhere.


2.

Time
shaken

out of
a fist.


3.

You're
finally here.

I miss you
more.


4.

You seem
taller.

Or is it just me
kneeling.


5.

Waking the most
hungry parts,

this friction,
that first smoke.


6.

To build
this house.

To leave
every other place.


7.

A matter
of hands

and a love
of stones.


8.

Again,
hunger.

The way
it never asks.



�2006 by Jill Chan



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