i stood where i started from
listening to envy greed and lust,
my throat a weight unfreshened
refused to sing along,
echo around the laundromat
radio splashed it’s autumn gold,
in front of machine
behind me things i will never see,
thrum of rolling drum comforts,
hardship would one day
strike me to the grave,
for now though dead has life,
cool evening passing
food would be another sacred handout,
vinyl abstract floor
with cycle nearly done,
i had a book with words
your last fingers wrote,
the answer had been
when i kissed your hair
you a shining strip torn from me
an accident occupying a seconds space
my frenzied heart and hands
gave last touch,
before ambulance came,
now folding clothes softly
you are in me again
my sight is not wearied out,
and i will go
i must sleep
but only as a stone would
as dreams do not gather
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