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one ... now ... all these years are the dream you forget to write
this morning as you rush out the door for the meeting that is
so very important that you even forget to look at the cat being
friendly and surreptitious at the foot of the bed and you forget
to listen for the subtle drip of water beneath the sink or a
whisper from the fallen book on the floor where it fell. Remember
this is the year we were never going to make it to because the
sky was falling the sky was falling just as it has with each
breath pretending to be just another moment with yr buddy with
yr pal who never tells you how quickly he's moving off because
he seems to be standing there just there holding this cricket
before he pulls off the legs to make you laugh and each mindless
giggle is a year shaved off the end because it was life you tried
to be the god of your own life and were for the tiniest moment
carving yr initials into a heartlessness you'd be sorry for later.
Then when everybody crowded around to hear yr true story of the
russian satellite something broke through like a light to shine
on yr little lie and we were all living on a planet like this
one tying copper wire around our ankles and dancing with machinery
in our eyes saying this one i want this one more than any of
the others. Sometimes you get what you want and it turns out
okay and you never learn that hard lesson about losing until
it's too late to make any difference or yr too tired to care
because you forgot the light of branches waking you up summer
days next to the best smile that might have been god's tricky
message but you were pretty sure it was only flesh and blood
for the moment. You have other things to think about and they
pull you into the next room that's not really any brighter than
the one you were already in. You forget about driving through
the center of town and settle for a quiet sidestreet that's obviously
the heart of somebody's world but there's never enough time to
stop out front of the houses and mirrors never enough time for
the books and solemn music. You have a very important unfortunate
occurrence waiting and singing as it waits for you. The kindest
most possible song now leaps to your ears and someone takes yr
hand as if you had offered it and leads you to a spot where the
best smile jumps out from all over and burns you into something
lucid and likely as this year this day that was never going to
arrive. |