re(pen)tence

under these poems
dark eyes, moisture pulls
at them from all sides,
a granite structure of human happenings
lais waste: a monument to
action/inaction/reaction,
a coming and going of grace, tribal lives,
smiles. (a meteor shower of slowed paces)
a closed door, chanting-
a church choir moves in rhythm in tiny print that puts to rest
our best intentions.
most all of us are wrong
and we know it
(most of the time)

the chance passes us like
so much asphalt beneath tire treads
an elevator goes up and in it
is our dreams, our memories
of hurried old men in raincoats
dashing after a train, late.

2004-08-01 | 5:22 p.m.
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