August 11, 2009


"... and if the fog continues to lift,
I may be able to see myself..."
(mine again)

Courting minor disaster
can be a full-time job.
Perks are rare
benevolence is there
but only in the eyes
so acutely dissecting
what it is we failed
to reference.
In deference to dismay
let it fall passively
on a Thursday,
preferably after noon
as I seldom see
the advantage
of tears
earlier in the week.

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