Sunday, September 19, 2010

213

Everybody smiles ten years later
when they see each other in a city street

Pictures of the people who are important now
stashed in their wallets in their pockets in their
brown leather bags

Even you'll smile at me
then when I don't need it anymore

I look up when I hear the door,
but you just drop off your things and go back out it again.

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