Sunday, February 17, 2008

Poverty

what can be said of desire that never took flight?
what can be thought of a man who did not.
reclined in the morning, below the naked sky
she is not the same as she used to be.
she does not smile anymore, does not luagh,
when i ask for forgiveness, she lets me know
that i had a choice, that something could be done
but she was all stripped of her power.

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