Monday, June 03, 2013



There is a thing that happens when you get out of a cab
blocks before your address so you can walk in the rain
dreaming that the wetness will irrigate your brain toward
clearer thoughts -- a higher level that hopes to displace
what you know to be even truer with every step you take.

Namely that the novelists and the moviemakers wrong
wrong wrong
in their assumption that love is the greatest
emotion maybe have not yet experienced the emptiness
of loss -- or never fumbled in a soaked pocket for a key
that cannot possibly unlock the very place you want to be.

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2013 --

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