I have said Never
and meant it.
Always
is such an
earnest word.
Forever
circles the earth
like railroad tracks,
hands poised to clap,
trembling.
Yes
and No
are stone dragons
guarding the stairs to
a Chinese temple,
keeping pilgrims
straight.
Right
is the obsidian foot
of a flashing raptor
snatching dreams
from the heads of
soft mice asleep.
Wrong—
the other foot.
Maybe—ah,
maybe:
an orphan’s locket,
a minstrel’s strings,
the sorcerer’s obsession,
the lovers’ prayer,
a child’s eye.
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