Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Another poem on the train to New York

Escape me, run away, then
Return wearing tattoos and
Chewing betel nut.
They flee the sunny side
And howl at a crescent moon
At dusk when the sky’s still blue.
Words fail me– again and again:
O reflected light on that great skyline
O spectacular reminder of human loss
Like love: essential
And so painful.

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