Sunday, January 11, 2015

History of Valentine

Believing oneself
beautiful and special
feels like believing
in some far-out religion
 
mustn’t you forget
what you came for
when you get there
 
the rose light
on the stucco wall was
and wasn’t you
 
strange how no one seems to notice
this is a life-raft we’re on
the fog rolling in
 
occasionally I caught
a glimpse of myself
moving against the trees

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