Friday, October 23, 2009
What hasn't been done
What hasn't been done, all the yesterdays all the tomorrows, I share this hammer with the world. Belongings, from fingernail to bicycle pedal, are given up. It is poverty, and I have to get used to it. Send me the tangled thread that secures our story. Forgive me for the times I have not inquired. The unbearable afternoon sparkles between a raindrop and a candle.