The humanist dreams of narrative
who brags of his misery
he likes to live dangerously
and when bringing her name up
he speaks of her farewell kiss
to me, oh, this story is as old
as a ponderosa pine and human-kind
history. But it bares repeating,
because the street is busy
and the smog is dirty and there ain't
no beauty in any of the daisies,
no more, no more.
Raleigh, NC
3-10-2012
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