Ode to leftovers

Tonight
after wave-break and wave-leave
after wait, waiting, intersection and go
I scramble over the rubble
of leftover conversations
scattered anxieties
that step aside
in the manner of respect
to the dead
but remain,
tonight
in the before of the what-may-be
of irrationality and incapacity
the permissible of given rule
I seek re-do of the done
those ancient liaisons
that recover corporeality
in certain feet
that must walk together
or not at all.

LEAVE A COMMENT