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SUNDAY PRAYER, clxxxviii
time & time again
i am walking with diane
and we are inbetween the aspen trees
you ask if it will bother me
if you light a cigarette.
you are, you think, a work in progress
and bet nicorette would work except
you like your languid polka dance
with death
in a dream we are walking
from your funeral, diane
walking back toward the car
it seems far. in this dream it seems
a thousand yards from here to there
a million miles to anywhere
in shoes you fasten with a thorn
walking toward the day
you will be born
you are a birthday,
deep with the dayshine
from dusk to moonbreak,
the dust of keepsakes
time & time again, i am i am
das - vermillion, south dakota