Sunday, December 18, 2005

don't wait til I'm dead

She says to me
     don't wait til I'm dead.

Bad as we are, we saw the same move
     & stepped over, & we beat sleep;
up a bank of earth our grandchildren
     skipped ahead
when the sky was blue in forty springs,
& yesterday's shoemarks were trampled away.



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