Wednesday, December 15, 2010

playing with The New Yorker


Stood

in my life
nervously for him.
Several strands swayed like reeds.
He sadly shook.
Anxiety lived in a house,
married for thirty-seven years but not spoken
during the last ten.
To communicate,
in his spare time,
in the midst a year proceeding
a year because they could not agree.
Because they could not agree.







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