On an afternoon when my inner eye trembles
Like
a slapped roach everyone else goes
On
well versed in understanding this
Melancholy
here with detours and wrong
Turnings
O the one I love does not listen to me
Here
with the seasons with the years here where
A bird weaves a thread of silence and I pause
On a dirt road humming with bees here where
My boyhood dog yelps at their insidiosity
Where
I enter a house long since gone down
Where
I find myself in an all but forgotten room
Here
I surrender my dream and drag myself
Through
a mirror to a fated place
Where
I have not yet met the one I love
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