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SUNDAY PRAYER, ccxiii
time & time again
as things are born from other things
so also are we exiting.
standing up to tanks as they
toward you on the concrete climb
the one way city street of time
i have no memory of being born
of the concrete being poured
time & time again
and when the people put their handprints in
before we had a chance to dry
all but impossible to describe
these two impressions like a butterfly
gray as cigarette smoke & frozen
sidewalk cracks and broken backs
a moth trapped in a wine glass
i am
but you are a birthday,
deep with the dayshine
from dusk to moonbreak,
the dust of keepsakes
time & time again, i am i am
das - reno, nevada, u.s.a.