Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Old Poem/New Day: After Party

balloons in every room
stubborn, but no longer
buoyant--lilting like
words spoken without intention
  unsure as to effect
  trajectory as unpredictable
  as flights from Chicago in February
all subject to breath and wind and the loss of utility
only memory and grievance keep them afloat

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