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Part of the Panorama November 12, 2008

Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry.
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Part of the panorama of this moment

isn’t anything that I see at all.

I felt this thing like the last vestage of Fall,

like tumbling dream-like in a torrent.

But you didn’t come here to hear me ramble.

This is your time so I shouldn’t be self-indulgent.

It’s like I haven’t been aware, cognisant

and you being here is such a gamble.

These crossroads life brings us are blind drives

just over the rise or on the hillside curve.

I know what you mean I don’t have the nerve

and it’s true as I try to handle these fragile lives.

Part of the panorama of this moment

isn’t anything that I see at all.

I felt this thing like the last vestage of Fall,

like tumbling dream-like in a torrent.

And while you rest standing awaiting the subway

I gather dust on this dirt road west of Madison

and the Wisconsin cold blows through my transom

and, still, I’ll ask once more for you to stay.

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