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March 8, 2005

Posted by anoddphrase in Uncategorized.
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2/3/88


 


to the quad


 


(PS. i know i¡¯m out of practice, but i¡¯ll edit it in the nonexistent free time that i have later)


 


 


 


 


A Toast to Remembrance¡ªand Missing, with a Smile


 


 


 


i miss hour-long talks about nothing


            and life


    and everything in-between


 


                                                                                    (down by the lake,


                                                                                        sitting against a tree


                                                                                                            watching the sun


                                                                                                               set


                                                                                                            on the golf-course


                                                                                                                           grass¡ª


                                                                        sprawled


                                                                              out


                                                                like it would last forever.]


 


 


i miss walking down the stairs after a day of cold, frozen stares from strangers I have known for four years


            and before even seeing


                                                ,just hearing,


                                                                        the laughter


                                                                        and guitar strings


                                                                                                on the couches below


                                                                                  and an argument about sex


                                                                                       and politics and abortions


                                                                                                wrapped into one


                                                                            i¡¯ve yet to hear in polite conversation


                        i miss the drape of arms


                                    and legs


                                                across my stomach


                                                            in laughter


                             because the physical closeness made it just better that way


 


 


                                                                                                because we were never afraid to             


 


                                                laugh,


 


            [+and]                                                              cry


                            SHOUT                                                           or be happy


 


 


                                                            together.


 


 


 


            and because it wasn¡¯t a Rome


                        with politics and drama


                             stretched on beyond sight — and patience


            or a commune


               (despite popular belief)


                        with the free love and sex


                                    exchange,somultiplicitously¡ªwithout a thought


 


 


 


                                                                        though there was love             


                                                                              –but never without a price.


 


the love of friends


 


            not quite wrought,


                        or knit                                                              like iron,


                                                                                                   or wool


                                    but gathered


                               and drawn


 


                                                like particles of atoms


                                                            and electrons


                                                               protons, and neturons


 


 


                                                            together


 


                                                in a circle that changed like the


                                                    colors of the sky


 


                                                                        clouds shifting


                                                                           in and out


                                                                                    in hazes of pale grey


                                                                                        and strange, bright orange                                                                                                                          startling white


                                                                                                    against periwinkle-blue


 


                                                                          and the passionate colors of red and gold at


                                                sunset


 


 


(but the miracle of the sky


                                    and the sun


            was never that it could change, and alter, and reform, going to war with itself


                                                                                                in times of unbalance


                                                                                                  chaos & confusion


                                                                  and still remain¡ªconceptually unchanged


 


 


                                                but the fact that it was there


                                                                at all.  )

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