Saturday, July 17, 2010


About a hundred yards
east of where eternity
fell into a rut yesterday
I found your damaged

angel. I picked it up,
of course, dusted it off
the way I normally do,
and brought it back to you.

We will, of course, start
over, the way we always do
in our two competing eternities.
If you get there first, of course,

I'll stop and wait for you
the way I almost used to.

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