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October 18, 2004
riding an elevator alone
they are not meant to go fast
not the best ones at least
but rather get there slow
like a meander down a path
their meander is the path
made new each winding trip
made new with each finding
with each sucked down sip
of joy
but sometimes
they are just this
fast runs down well known hills
with heart and stomach thrills
from speed and secrets
quick joyous hits
of serendipity
but now
i simply ride alone
and contemplate the empty space
with wise and frugal lips
that sadly smile and think
itŐs such a waste
Ah, snogging! Sigh...
Random Poetry | By jackdas | 1:11 PM
