Saturday, June 30, 2012

in the dark
strangers,
looking for
absolution,
resolve
their securities;
a disposition,
final in a
solitary way;
we align
ourselves
in parallel
rhythms with
off-key
tuning rings
on our fingers;
we forego
opportunities,
searching for
an allowable
cost, when
our future
must fall
within the lines
of a stranger's
poem.

December 5, 1985

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