In the year of continuing pestilence,
so he says,
responding to her SMS,
rather superfluously:
Travel light, but love deeply –
oppositions for 2007
that fly in opposite directions.
But such is the realm of impossibility
when you wish upon everyone
freedom, justice & truth
like passion we wish they were true
& possible.
Next year
the serpent in the egg,
held against the light,
will break out of its shell.
It’s the same old story
retold by old men at a park
watching themselves in young boys
who blaze in the sun.
& the women who flaunt their bodies
& smile?
They have all vanished
with the last rays of evening
softly breaking on the shards of his heart.

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