poem a day 11

April 11, 2012 § 6 Comments

the wow&why

you can see it cross the face of others same way
it did us when we talk about walking the camino
that whole wow&why thing and there are those who
settle into it as possible, and those who are luke
because they don’t imagine it, or know of it, as I
might not have before I did, and then there are
those who flee
as if they might get sucked into some maelstrom
those same who don’t flex with you as they might who
collect, and hold you to, your old photos
trap you in their knowing of you


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