Wednesday, May 30, 2012

sonnet one hundred twenty nine

the fold in the pavement
and the minute cracks in
our arguments cut up a hole
but we always go back

to mending and renewing
the faith that took us this
far, and i ask myself -
just how far has all this been?

and i realize that it is not
enough to succumb to relentless
and destructive shadows

but enough to want and desire
and cry for another beaten path
i will take anytime with you.

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