For the park with KW. (2006)
it's not even restless, if it was anything
I could even call it a glowing or maybe
something closer to the sun then that.
time doesn't take sides, careless precision as it has
evenly smiting each the same with no second returned
as they pass evenly as far as we can tell
even when wasted we can know no return.
quench me as I slake the fears as to pour words from my lips
strike me then with returned desires to wet the face of your psyche
thus to tread fearlessly into the sideways view,
then returning days past, weeks, years to this moment,
a moment, for a slight, deeply set current of a grin will pass my face
only in my memory can this live again, and you, are here
Jere (4-17-06) (draft)
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