Wednesday, 16 February 2005

broken caps

STILL you find me writing POEMS
to and for and about you
under a FIRMAMENT
of GIVING UP and a SOLITUDE
of LEARNING and LOVING
(in that order)

you scarcely MOVE these days
ALONE on that side of the STREET
and although we share RECIPES and FRIENDS
the day when we can
SPEAK without THINKING
remains somewhere, circled in red
upon a LOST CALENDAR

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