Friday, June 26, 2009


It’s time to wander into a room
Where no one knows you,

The passage from familiar to strange
Enacted again as an ending.

Who finds the shadowed glove,
The old hoofer’s shoes, can keep them

As emblems of those delicate steps
We made with you, each pair of eyes

A priceless fix -- a rubber life-raft,
Its pneumatic curves hugged forever

As a child’s broken toy bounces
Back to life on video replay --

To never land in an empty place
Where no one knows your face.

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