23 July 2005

bad fall

we must lift fire from th secret case
and send th pigeons to another place

like in th cold autumn pink of Montreal
where down a child’s slide our love did fall

no one took time to divide th you from me
and nightly from the foot of this apartment I see

two shadows haunting a grainy nightshade
where the cost of a warm memory


is a memory paid

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