Sunday, March 25, 2012

i get to say it every year.

sadly, each year it is only a matter of when and not if i will post this poem.


Syracuse lost
the ball game last night.
It made me think
of the last time i was in Syracuse
and found myself
pushing a car
on a street
where someone i once loved lives.
Everything was cold and grey,
encased in ice
as we tried so hard
to keep the car from slipping
out of control,
down the hill, because
slides, too easily,

i'm going to go watch the jayhawks game now.

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