Saturday, December 09, 2006

old friends

old friends, gone by with their
deliberate steps
how do they see me
in my young grace?
sharp soaring in our firmament
i have breath for the asking
but long gave up the will
do i go still with longing
once entranced
following strangers
now my look has felled, so slow
backward, forward
where is the consequence?
you find me never closer
than a window's careful eye
disturbing only passers
over full in caution
how do they see me
drawn in callow
taken now to dreams
i am


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