All This Is That
Copyright (c) 2004-2018 by All This Is That.North Beach, Seattle, Washington, USA
Monday, January 24, 2005
poem: Not Past Tense Yet
I can't get him out of my mind;
he's been out of his own for years.
He stares into the cracked mirror,
hoping that spontaneous combustion
will take him to that cold island
across the river.
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