Wednesday, August 25, 2010
varying reasons blooming
I did differed from I do differed from I can’t.
I couldn’t then as now make anyone happy.
We all more or less were bleeding. Which differed
from blood on all our hands. Held behind our
backs, varying reasons blooming each their own
stern logic. Time passed, returned, flirted with
seconds as it watched the days. And you watched,
didn’t you, everything, from the first illicit wink.
"The Golden Bowl," Michael Snedike
[Damen Avenue below Division Street]
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