THE BEST I CAN DO
I sometimes offer premonitions -
the glimpses of a thing to come,
something new and happening, like
an Andy Warhol costume ball. And
why not? We're all on the threshold
of something and hold the secrets
within ourselves. Why should we
not then be able to go there?
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Questions stream slowly, like sap from a
tree with a broken limb - stained and wet
and sticky. We see it all, as it slowly drips;
running down the bark and tree together,
one question with a hundred answers.
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