intermittant


there were chance meetings

distributed miles and months

touching us taunting us

locking us into a long

tight wire of vibrating nuance

you knew this, and kept on dancing

i knew this, and...what? what 

did it mean? how would it turn?

oh how we would yearn...oh

how we would learn.

 

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How Did I Get This Job?

  How Did I Get This Job? - collage by douglas brent smith, 27 December 1987