Wednesday, October 06, 2004

Car Accident

The uncertain splish splash
of a clear curtain of clear glass
wet my face and cut my arm.

"Hold my head up, faint, faint sky,"
to the heavens of God and stars I cried.
"Please?" came tears from my leaky faucet.

Alone and alone, and with no one
I waited for warm morning's sun
Cuts would heal, I will have to, too

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