Sunday, November 1, 2009

For G, written long ago

Mercy has a funny name
with all the potential formed in the beginning
Jutting down at the end
Promising or delivering--it's hard to say

When enigma's all there it's hard to
seek compassion.
Strong bonds are formed in bars over beer
but bonds are not static
they sink and stretch instead
Men, anyway, can't be trusted more than women
can trust each other, or themselves.

It happened in so many places
but it's hard not to remember
a very old train, (green), in a beautiful place
where the sky and grass and sea all met.

It was there that ambiguity arrived and
laid its luggage down.
It was there, where tall grass fed on sea salt
and grew.

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