work has been unpleasant to say the least. lots of heavy weight export, lots of changes (more on the way), and well, summertime is coming and it's warming up on the mobile equipment i drive. Guess that's all part of "work", eh?
another poem from 11:97. about a woman i met at my first poetry reading .... where i was one of the last "unfeatured" poets to read.
FOR THE WOMAN IN A BURGUNDY DRESS
we speak of dreams
as if jockeys
on beautiful nags,
not a chance of winning.
we speak of the odds
& handicaps,
as if wagers alone
could make a difference.
perhaps there are reasons enough for god
or deliverance ...
the rain through your thin fingers,
the utopia of your chocolate eyes:
all further than i can ever reach,
but somehow the dreaming
makes the running of circles
a bit more worthwhile.
