Monday, January 31, 2011


A tantalizingly wide way leads to
my impossible future, impossible because
I can't be there, having been confined
to this moment by an overzealous gatekeeper.

I wish I could find myself doing something else
instead of being so nostalgic about things
that haven't happened yet. You are a
changed person. I can tell from the way

you resume the same thing over and over.
I admire your method of stumbling into
a backward way of seeming accidental,
slowly disappearing into the sunset

while everyone else is focused on the other sunset,
the one painted onto the wall by an anonymous muralist.

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