Saturday, December 20, 2008

Paralyzed Parade

Oh! Loneliness! I share your tea cup. 
For parading today are last loves, see
them puff up in the street light
and we watch from our 
window, gently stirring in
the sugar sorrow, forgiveness and
the love still left ungiven.
And now He comes to our cross-section,
mid avenue. 
His bulging eyes almost 
unrecognizable, the arms
of air unable for warmth. His lips
unwilling. 

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