24 feb. 2010


I should know it will be...
Bee won't be on my sweater for long
Striped breeze will go at applause
NOW is all I got, different and real
for being now...
Bee stays I realize it's dead
And the trees tremble
Whisper at the wind begging it not to go
A match held out for a cigarette
That won't be smoked,
That like the wind and bee and tides and time
And perhaps me, finally
when dead --finding NOW--
will not dead and gone be
but dead and ungone
Dead and Stale and Stayed.

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