How kind of you
to shake my hand, fingertips
barely grazing my
wrist..was that some sort of signal?
A brief exchange, a cigarette, do you have the time,
4:30
handshake,
goodbye,
the concrete eaten underneath my feet,
my heartbeat a steady farewell.

09/24/2003

Author's Note: hmm...

Posted on 09/24/2003
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