posted October 21, 2009 03:17 PM
This is something I wrote a week or so back.Bless me, Ishtar
What can I ask for?
I, who am no longer entitled to more,
than a stray afternoon;
a bus racing the sunset, perhaps
an entwined finger or two.
What excuse can I cite?
Except that I love hard
and long;
and do not quit quite
so easily.
I like to say I am strong.
What rights belong
to one who has abdicated
pride;
forfeited all claims
to privilege?
I can no longer afford to demand.
Only hope will not be denied
and dangles instead, from a thread
of the most delicate silk.
Catching the rays of the sun,
throwing up glimpses
that spell fruition.
I walk on, I walk on.
I dare not look back.
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for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea