A rolling stone gathers no moss; A rolling rock gathers no...

11 February 2009

Glowing ( I )

Behold the glowing poetry
for which you did not arrive, currently,
but accept in any case

Like an eighteen-year-old girl
crying after sex;
we've arrived unexpectedly
in a place not sad, but more melancholy
than we imagined it to be.

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