Hang overhead from all directions
Radiation from the porcelain light
Blind and blistered by the morning light
I dream a highway back to you
-Gillian Welch, "I Dream a Highway"
Here, the slow dance of contingency
An afternoon connected to an evening
by a slender wish. Sometimes absence
makes the heart grow sluggish
and desire only one person, or one thing.
I am closing the curtains.
I am helping the night.
-Stephen Dunn, "The Snowmass Cycle, 4. Delineation at Dusk"
A good friend of mine who I'd lost touch with for the usual...
Fits and Starts...and then more fits.
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