Thursday, April 7, 2011

endings

Endings
play themselves out in my mind
bent on accomplishing
some purpose of their own.
I can't tell
if they're out-takes or rehearsals.
I turn the volume up,
wait for clarity.
 

1 comment:

  1. AnonymousJune 2, 2011 at 2:44 PM

    ..'wait for clarity'..wonderful last line. The poem itself is tight and well-written. // Peter.

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