We share a life and a lie
We swing our swords and words in an arc up to the sky.
Shadows shimmer and fade,
We wake a dollar short and a day late,
The dawn breaks like the cracking of an egg
Running yellows and reds and orange and pink
No more colors I beg...
I can't cry I can't sing I can't think.
The moon circles the earth in white, a sliver of a circle
Rounds the bend and winds like a clock of whens
With time enough we may have had a chance
Even when evening catches the sun and bends to blue
You kept circling while I waited for you.
2003
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