Wednesday, November 5, 2014

One day

One day, for no visible cause,
 an air of zest passed through his mind,
a bacchic breeze  brought memory
of the goat lust of youth.
Gasping at the loss of it,
He groped the air, as if blind.

In the mirror
the immediate Me observes
the despised You.

I could move on forever.
Take my tools: axe, shovel, saw.
Start a life.  Not a new one,
but another.


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