IF YOU LET ME JUST GO ON
Please don't stop me now. The pigeons have
left the coop and, over at the river's edge, the
two cormorants are staking themselves on poles.
They watch the glimmer of the river's top like I
watch Life itself, hoping it won't stop. Grant
me that at least. There are many ways of
meeting people - words and winks together.
Nothing ever seems really to work for me -
every time I come across a new oasis, the
sand falls through the bottom of the glass
and I am stranded here once more.
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