Thursday, January 17, 2013

Detour

There’s a knock at
The door & no one
There staring off in
The distance like a
Blind date looking
For an out going
Thru the emotions
Polite to no avail
Unable to escape
The agony turning
Wine into water
Losing sight of a
System mapped
Out so long ago
Of an objective
Rejected buried
Beneath the
Lawn

KE

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