BE LOVED…BELOVED.
(space between) A FATHER & A MiDDLE SON; POEM #44 revisited
SPACE BARRED; UNKNOWN LANDMARK.
LAND i USED TO KNOW?
SHOVEL & TOOTHPiCK WHiTE AS SNOW; GAVEL & iRON BAR BLACK AS CROW.
ROOK TO KiNG WiTH QUEEN iN TOW…SO MUCH SPACE…FEVERED FiLES… BLANK RANKS OF ROWS…OR CASTLES?
iNNOCENT TRAVEL; jUSt ONE SPACE. GUiLTY GRAVEL, KiCKED ROCKS, POMPEii DiRT ALL OVER OUR FACE.
PLANNED TiME iN BETWEEN OUR TOES; UNPLANNED CRiME SLiPPiNG FROM OUR FiNGERS AGAiNST ANGELS…FOES? SPANNiNG TWO LiFE TiMES OUR SiLENT DRiVES LASTiNG THREE TiMES THREE TiMES iNFiNiTY...TOO USED TO TALKiNGS-TO; NO BACKHANDS jUSt BACKPACKS FULL OF SMALL PRAYERS…PAWNS WHO MAKE it ALL THE WAY A…CROSS.
BOARD WiTH NO BORDERS; ONLY A FEW FEET ASTRAY…LiGHTWEiGHT BROTHER OF BURDEN…
CARRiED FAR, FAR…
FAR AWAY.
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