Words: Fantastic Foibles

Just what we take for granted
Fantastic foibles
fizzling out
Shouting at the subway train
that left
before
our foot could block the door
Poor you, poor me
Poor all of us
who have come to rely
upon things we cannot fix
with our hands, hearts and souls

[taken from the live writing event Sept 2009]

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