Saturday, August 14, 2010

St. Maximillian Kolbe (patron of drug addicts & amateur radio)

our plan was to marry

those freckled twins

who owned the orchards

we dreamed that each day

we’d come home,

throw back the sheets

and find so many pink ladies.

we broadcasted our desires

over the airwaves, but never

heard anything back.

the nearby lake was

the deepest thing I knew.

it took our words

down to its rocky center,

lapped them up with

gentle waves.

we told ourselves that this,

this century, must be

the difficult one.

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