Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Homeless

My existence is entirely transitory at this point.

I feel like I should be living in my car except I don't really even have a car to live in.

oh dear.

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Carry

I want to carry you
and for you to carry me
the way voices are said to carry over water.

Just this morning on the shore,
I could hear two people talking quietly
in a rowboat on the far side of the lake.

They were talking about fishing,
then one changed the subject,
and, I swear, they began talking about you.

Billy Collins


that's all, folks

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