Thursday, April 24, 2008

POEM: Viral Love Poem

In the hard glint of day
Words just get in the way:
The gently measure of morning light
Wrinkles night
For the first blush of day.
The desiccate winter crumples up, blows away.
With all that is so hopeless in the world,
There is you –
I have you in the only way –
There is always you
To hold the worst at bay.


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