Tuesday, January 01, 2002

Metaphor Interrupted

Faded pink lying tattered
in a field huddled
against concrete curb and the noonday star

I found it
(tenth futile time today)
in this rough silk rose
-discarded.

I stopped to jot it down,
interrupting the sidewalk,
before the walk could interrupt my

'Excuse Me!'
'fuck you.'

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