"And I always thought: the very simplest words must be enough./ When I say what things are like/ Everyone’s heart must be torn to shreds./ That you’ll go down if you don’t stand up for yourself/ Surely you see that." -- Brecht
Still waiting
Sixty years later
Still waiting
For Marianne O'Connor's
Second kiss
-- Vancouver, January 27, 2013
Woke up from a dream wanting
Woke up from a dream wanting
To say goodbye to words
Wanting to see them float away
Bobbing on dark waves
Like candles in paper boats
On Lake Patzcuaro
On the Day of the Dead
-- New York, January 15, 2013
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