Firm Believer, by Tim Pozzi
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Get ready.
Old hope and
old shoes to walk it.
To show,
to glow even in darkness.
What was your eye focused on?
One or
the whole bunch?
Two or three or…
maybe there were more
but how many can do the job?
Just like me,
you're just like me.
Similar though we seem
only time
will glean our meaning.
Fleeting evening
movement of phrase,
plays on.
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Posted: 2011-12-10 23:50:52 UTC |
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