Sunday, May 3, 2009

a joke

called attention
to our particular circumstance

our hour, our arrangement
of Canadian geese and barbed wire feathers

caught in the chain link this
is only funny because of where I am,

what he was or wasn’t, and the proximity of those bodies
twenty five years his junior hands in

pockets for the expression of contentment
at an interruption, his arms

point and sway out in an exercise
of today’s permission

“are you coming with us?”
to laugh unguarded, unguarded.

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