Tuesday, March 6, 2012




DARKNESS


He was thirsty

for the wine
of an almost forgotten time
spent in other ways
   - lent to days
of living, loving life,
before the days of wife,
child, job, home.

He hungered

to be alone
and free again,
like a few other men
who were made
of and painted the same shade
   of
darkness…

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