Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Novel

There was a time when this was all new
and we had all the time in the world. 
I wish you would hurry.

Words return when the bar opens again for the fall season. The bartender plays that song and you want to go home. I have only the Word and it has to carry me to the ends of the earth. There is no other way.

I know what you smell like
in the morning

It's over.

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