Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Variations on a Rusted Wheel

as the urgency in his voice rises
he reprises
back to all that he had done there
begging the question
"why are we here?"
but he's done 
the wonder's gone
from his thoughts
as a child
it's become mild
a thin memory in a foggy mirror
all he has left of a better time

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