what happens in that moment,
stays in that moment –
the faltering resolve
the loss of nerve
a slow spreading puddle
of acquiescence at your feet.
we squelch on in sodden sneakers
towards bethlehem,
at the worst time of the year –
the know and the understand
burn inside us but cannot escape.
Can I use this in class next week???? HUH, huh, can I?
And call dadgumit. Or at least ANSWER your email. =)
Posted by: jeep at October 27, 2007 06:29 PM