Sunday, November 30, 2008


CHASM


Wine-jug moon, misted incandescent
through the twining strands of rain that want to pull me in one direction, then the next.
No Jesus, no Buddha out tonight
on cat’s feet, to lend a hand,

no scribbled scripture

to hold this skin together.


Oh Chasm, old friend,

you’ve found me again…

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