12/06/2010

now and again

there are some moments

when my vision gets blurred

irksome little daisies in my eyes

ivies gripping weakly at my ankles


a few days out of the week

my legs get a little shaky

frail arms tensed with effort

holding on to that cigarette full force


a few months out of the year

i can barely hold myself up

iron and steel welded to my bones

weighing me downstream


it’s been decades

since i could see in front of my face

years since i’ve felt something real

the incandescence from that candle long gone

only groping and stumbling around in the dark


searching for

wells full of fresh water

forests bathing in leaves

or maybe, another pair of friendly hands

looking for something familiar


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