The Casual Air

I no longer need to speak to you
When a nod will do.

This is a paring down to essentials.
Now the air between us is charged with a relaxed fervor.

I no longer have to touch you
Constantly like the collector who

Holds a possession that holds him.
When a spark brings a flame

I will pretend a little goes a long way.
I am applying for a position here,

Accept this kindling.
Hire me.

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William Cowan

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