By Marshall Hann
Submitted by blessed23
Date: 2005 Dec 05
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The Snowy roof(of a phonebooth)

One hour
and thirty-five cents
and I think I could forget
all about her face
I could walk
without thoughts of you
curling further into my arms

I see the trees grow;
dancing in my eyes
(a tiny reflection of the universe)
and here by firelight
with the night in full flight
I sit with patientce
conversing with
every tear I've ever shed
of time,
and miracles,
and lonely nights

So there I stayed
until the morning
stood tall in victory
debating the meaning of my memories
(satisfied and still breathing)