Saturday, October 1, 2011

September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011

A Tango More Novel

Tell-tale, our stories told in time,
Dancing hours, waltzing years
Across trapdoor floors
Giving way to the weight of a lifetime,
Leaving our cards upon tables
Static despite their moveable feasts,
The hunger for hand in hand,
A tango more novel than time itself.

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