4/22/2004

The strain
on the faces
of everyone
I love
all of whom
appear
out of nowhere
at the same gathering
is
a painful sight
the effort
to put
what they feel
for one another
into words
that change
of
their own volition
into utterances
twisted
and untrue
as they pass though
each person’s lips
the language of love
running aground
causing me
to cry out for
my long-eared
sure-footed jackass
who has no interest
in how unfair
life can be
his only concern
how to
high step through
the rock slide
between himself
and where
he is bound.