Saturday, November 10, 2012

To My Patients

Outside the Poetry Foundation, Chicago

At the first sounds of the words
that denote, then connote
states alien to me until now
I hear those utterances in my own voice
to you, who have known the waiting
in the uncertainty of the unnamed.

So this wrinkle will settle into the seams of my life
blurring a little the line between us.

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