Thursday, February 1, 2018

10,474. MY WANDERING POST

MY WANDERING POST
Much like a declension, it all goes
unclaimed, and now my wandering
post is wayward  -  because no one
knows its name. I once had a child
named Aphrodite : Roses, doves, 
sparrows; all that St. Valentine's
stuff. New miracles, at an old oasis.
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And now I sometimes hear voices, or
watch the small movies in my brain.
The live crowds, looking down, people
in places I have never seen nor been.
When I try to catch them, to catalogue
anything at all, it disappears. Like
love, oh Aphrodite, like love.

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