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

29 April 2009

Late April

1.
I should not feel so all alone,
everybody must get stones
on that rocky beach called a metaphor

--why, I adore this simile
like a door into memory, she
said, giggling and drunk.

But that is not the raisin.
That is the whole fruit, laid out,
then spoiled. We are fragile.

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