| Letters to Cleo-From Under the Dust |
It gets loud down here. Fourteen scurrying feet getting as far
away as feet
can carry. From under the dust I hear every one of you, from
under the dust
I can feel it all. I know what you're thinking. I know what
you're saying. It
was another time. I guess you were a friend of mine. It was
another time but
not much to recall. From under the dust I hear every one of you,
from under the dust
I can feel it all. I know what you're thinking. It isn't hard to
tell at all. I know what you're saying.
Your not whispering.