Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Aging Lines, Wavering Lines


We left the murmuring far behind
Left the cavalcade of smiles
And rang the bells of glass and headed out
Past those who stared then turned their backs on us.
We left the morning spent behind
Loudly in the dilly din
Greeted by marching men and yourself,
A little thing, then
Something lolling in the sun I think, I see
I shave myself and think of wonder and
Try to wish you home missing missing missing
You now grinning you now gone
I catch myself and now remember
I catch myself and now move on.

For Brownie

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