Open Window
Things come in at night
the voice of one locked out
the voice of one who locked him out
(this may be the last room they share)
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Translations from the English 
Mmmm… Spooky and very thought-provoking…
These four lines contain much of what I most admire about your poetry – a simplicity that takes on more weight, more meaning, with each reading, combined with a circular notion that never quite closes on itself. More. I must have more!
Thanks Robert. That sounds so great I want to go back and read myself! I’ll be coming back to you ask your permission to put that quote on the back of “The Drift” in several months…thanks again.