I'm back to writing a poem every day, whether they stink or not.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

A Dream About Fear and Love

Hundreds of us chose an empty building
by the mall and waited for the storm to pass.
But when we saw the roof of a Wal-Mart
floating past us like a space ship, we all
hushed. Someone started it in my corner.
We all began kissing each other. One
by one, we’d kiss one time, hold hands and smile.
Then we’d say goodbye and take up the hands
of someone else close by. We did this so
we’d remember each other the next day,
when someone asked, “have you seen my son?”
someone else would say “yes, I’m sure I did.”

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