01 August, 2004

T0 B. G.


Remember the old drunk at the church
who elbowed me on the ribs
muttering something I undestood not?
You said he meant he wanted to talk to God
So I returned his with mine and said
"Yes, what is it…"


You slipped away through the exit
slowed down your gait and threw a faint smile
the train moaned my way back home
and I tried in vain to make out
Soon after the shuddered afternoon yielded to the cold
evening, away slowly my expectation
like your name I'd fingered down on the frosty window
and I felt assured who was leaving whom actually

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