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	<title>Comments on: Lakeside</title>
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		<title>By: Dave Barber</title>
		<link>http://www.riehlife.com/2006/11/12/lakeside/comment-page-1/#comment-3680</link>
		<dc:creator>Dave Barber</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 21:12:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Imagine this room,
stain on the dark wooden floor
hole where the gas line ran
where I sat up worried
I’d killed everyone.
A room wet with guilt
a shrine to ignorance
and naivety,
a manger of pain.
This room changed
but remained the same.
When I kept falling down
it made the same crash.
When I returned,
it was for sewing-
(Nothing else really)
 
My feet creak the floor
boards giving under the weight
of years, or under my shadow-
light
shadow
both mixed.
No shadow of turning.
 
Dave Barber
15 Nov 08</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Imagine this room,<br />
stain on the dark wooden floor<br />
hole where the gas line ran<br />
where I sat up worried<br />
I’d killed everyone.<br />
A room wet with guilt<br />
a shrine to ignorance<br />
and naivety,<br />
a manger of pain.<br />
This room changed<br />
but remained the same.<br />
When I kept falling down<br />
it made the same crash.<br />
When I returned,<br />
it was for sewing-<br />
(Nothing else really)</p>
<p>My feet creak the floor<br />
boards giving under the weight<br />
of years, or under my shadow-<br />
light<br />
shadow<br />
both mixed.<br />
No shadow of turning.</p>
<p>Dave Barber<br />
15 Nov 08</p>
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