Friday, August 10, 2012

Awkward Gong

I tend to let
two, three weeks
pass before
hearing:
gong, gong, gong

Then it's all I hear:
GONG, GONG, GONG.

**

The you and I of it
pack our baggage, 
say our goodbyes,
wrap ourselves 
in salve & gauze.

Say curses, 
close our doors,
and wonder what 
we saw in the color
off pink.

B.F.M.

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