By kevin urenda
Date: 1 February 2000

recycled fragments

a few
well worn words
shape themselves into
phrases no longer too tired 
to perform their old magic
they weave themselves beautifully
into the softest hint
of a heart that 
has chosen to reveal precious little
the revelation 
in and of itself is
so telling that in a 
frozen moment
I thought I saw it all
but the shell
or the illusion of it was
deftly reduced to
a fragmented numbers game
where the odds 
are always in your favor
and always will be

01.31.00