We who choose with stinging eyes
In haze of wonder compromise
Without intent to patronize
Or discount wounds of any size
Feel base-compelled to fraternize
And in deep joy we colonize
As carpet under our feet lies
To sweep us up to weeping skies
They have been endearing spies
They've seen us legitimize
A day that's neither long nor wise.
The Sun in tawny throne he cries
As this, built in our shared heart, dies
Its ling'ring smoke to ceiling flies
And lagging pulse identifies
The time for rest, to exhale sighs
Alone and warm I nurse my eyes
7/16/2009
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