It is our weakness that joins us
our last ditch effort to
hold some sort of connection with our…
two for one fantastic reality…
we lay about us…
with imagined sobriety…mouse traps
Set to catch us before…. we fall again
Into that familiar unfortunate eden
Mirage-like oasis…gone too quickly
Strong long strokes in… endless sea of compromise
we do not know when the final call will blow
signaling the end of our summer swim meet..
an away game where… no one could possibly win..
our consolation remains in the thought that
we have a date with two root-beer floats in Miss. Jessie’s diner
you and I
that yet again….we will meet at the end
you and i.
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