Thursday, March 24, 2011

leaving Sarasota

Written in ATL (Atlanta airport) after leaving my Mom and Dad in Sarasota, my Mom, in the hospital.




ATL,
courage, brief
candle,
out-out,
come together,
nothing short of Apocalypse
could tear us apart,
but it will
because
all things must pass,
all matter degrade,
dissolve,
to the finest essence, to the poorest street-corner hustler,
to the thing inside,
the soul that hides
waiting for us
in our paper-bag coffins

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