Wednesday, March 03, 2010

The Three-Quarters Move Away Dream

I freeze the old loves
with all their painful
bends to hold them for me
while I'm away.

I keep my old life
nurtured with a tube,
relying on machines to keep it
in a mechanical garden.

These old faint loves
made such sustaining promises,
that created such
wonderfully punishing hope.


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