quiet feet sneeze in the dark, <br />rounded doorways boiling in the <br /> park, and a moment, only a moment <br />shows its calloused hands, this is a <br />gross indecency, so back off and <br /> make like the wind.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rounded-doorways/
