Sunday, July 18, 2010

3/31/2004

The end day
of a month
in which
every day
was an eternity
requiring
that consideration
due
the first
and last
of its kind
we will ever see
without forgetting
its assigned place
in the month
of
a particular year
in an age
of ages
in which the effort
to grasp
what can
never be grasped
is reluctantly ceded to
that which approaches
dropping hints
along the way
in relation to
what is needed
at any given moment
the exposition
the attire of life
in full dress
no rehearsal.

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