Friday, September 10, 2010

Let It

The looming grayness of the sky
The wordiness of some clerk trying
But this is not about her
Or you
The times of the lightness
Of your touch
Especially at midnight
Crying long and loud
About yesterday’s passing
And the days that hide behind trees
Somehow relegating all else
To thoughts of doves
And the careening flight of all those
Who batter away at moths of indulgence
I couldn’t possibly explain
What you have understood
Even if there’s money involved
So go forth
And let us light up the night
With our silky dreams
Of captains and rogues
And death-defying derring dos
Done over long Fridays
Of happy breezes
Let it

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