tonight i will not light the light on the corner by the alleyway
for you
when you fly here after work on your high horses
your horses with wings
who have been unstabled
since making friends
with me
no light tonight
no candles no incense no eye of the needle
opening as wide as the sky
for the miracle
time passes
space yawns
and i pick up the phone which has become mute and sullen
in this silence
i can't hear clearly in such a hurry
my hands hurt and dislike me when i fiddle with whatever
object i can reach and finger
it takes me awhile
to remember
my manners
and to fold my hands across my self
and breathe
i sit here quietly for hours as in a bus depot
or an airport
with nothing to do until it is time to leave
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adm 4/08
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Mr. DiMichele!
Nice to see you out on this fine eve!!
This one I can see the whole thing, all the way through--makes me really want to find that place with the swell person who sits. This is really what it's like to have an artist for a friend--a place to go when my horses are dying in the wind.
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