it was a beautiful compromise
the day you ventured outside
the Wall
in search of synonyms
and antonyms to sate
your slate parchments
stark if not for the jam stains
from the sandwiches you packed,
in case you’d be gone too long…

and you were gone too long.
you danced in the forest
of Things That Are Not
and Things That Will Not Be,
anxiously waiting outside
closed doors
with mayflies and other ephemera
like the sandwiches you packed,
now, all spent and gone.


One comment

  1. patzz · December 24, 2005

    this is a beautiful poem ^__^
    Merry Christmas dust… Love came down today.

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