Monday, August 09, 2010


there is often just one miracle
or two, if you break and reform
cut one swathe between
a hairs chance on
a long regular scene
cut another row down
memory lane without
a border or a history book
just make it happen
sans the pain
spear a third from matchstick fire
lighting a day that never comes
perfectly crossed on one and two
and it will appear
muted and strange and truer than never
somewhere else in a dream
open your eyes,
turn, forget and see

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