Monday, October 19, 2009

i am the beggar of this horizon
i have no wherewithal

except as it please you
only those things
small enough to be missed
in the transactions of a day

held in a pinch and dropped
in the quick passing
not even much
not even stay

let fall a smile
brush my hand with your hand
accidentally
meet my eye

in passing

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