In the train station,
lights burn out all the time.
One flickers above me,
while another remains dark and dead.
And I find myself foolishly trying
to will the dark one lit,
but my efforts are met only
by the flick-flick-flicker
and death
of the other.
Not even my love is strong enough
to make two lamps burn steadily.

03/01/2001

Posted on 10/26/2001
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