cats are patient
i'm six years older than i am and
the night cattails, crumples
itself around us,
us around the nearest star
everything i've been told
about hope, or other beliefs
has come crescendo and mute
against this one mime
of life, this ossified sky
this is every plane in the night,
every airport sigh, all supersonic
and concorde bright, let us amen
with our eyes closed, dream a
perfect god, atone
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
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