January 29, 2011

#703 again

that backyard of possibility is gone now
one year ago i ran toward it
as in-the-moment as any person can be
Smack
i hit the patio door
invisible pane
blood and tears and shock and hospitals
some mine, some hers
trapped tears are just as wet as escaped ones

now i look at the backyard
longing
thinking
soon

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