Friday, December 4, 2015

Ansichten Eines

The public leaves
they are supposed to.
I am the public lock unlocking.

My public does not leave
because I don't want
to quite unlock my leaving.

I said I found the place
where I belong
I can't tell you its name.

I sang my songs of long ago.
I sang my songs of now.
I was cool.  I almost died.

The edge reached up
held me like a father.
I missed my chance

or so I thought of nothing else
jangling my keys waiting
for Mr. Bojangles,

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