By Stephen Date: 2003 Feb 27 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.27.16.47.3790]] |
Here I write as we stand; a single heart along pavement lines. Here I write as which it stands; working steps in lonely land. An old man asks of time... But who else dares the one-way street? The loveless dreams, the gleeful waits: Where is happiness in all of this? I row my path through bladed grass, and think of love as torture trails. The reluctant: Vacant. And fools are occupied. Too soon I'm out this broken fence! Here I write as life does stands; living serves such bent and gray Here I write on hotter sands; "the broken clock is right twice a day." |