February 11, 2012

poem 43 of a poem a day for 2012


what box, Pandora 

standing 
where I lie 
someone 
asked

does it rain enough here
too much maybe, that's clear
my garden is always wet near
the mold of my lost chances 

hope

I try and hold,and explain
a true random dances and
finds out where I live
why I bleed the quiet like a sieve

faith

why I, in hushed blanket regards 
cover all my payments in full, for sin
and stick letterhead of noticed shards 
in the ripe of empty mailboxes again

charity

asking
anyone 
where I lie
to stand
again

EJR (c)

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