I don't usually write at midnight, but sometimes I get an idea at three in the morning.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Metropolitan Avenue: A Found Poem

Drinking with friends,
I noticed your lingering stare.

I think we all need to know, at some point in time,
we can go on living our own lives,

and make time for one another.

taken from
"Carroll Gardens"
"My letter never sent"
"sweet man, find me again"

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