Years have passed
as years do pass
past my peripheral
I see their tail-ends
flash in the
rearview.

I want to open my mouth
and close my lips tightly
on their tails
to hold them closer to me
but they are as
ungraspable
as the traffic outside
the cars like robots
the people like cars.


Oh, years.

You pain me and what happens
inside you
suffocates me then releases me,

it is the ocean shore
and years are the waves
that pound and recede.

Pound and recede.

11/22/2010

Posted on 11/22/2010
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