March 24, 2009
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March 3, 2009
...If love is an awkward, scriptless scene
And if poetry is a bond between
Two hearts, it is a bond too frail:
That night words failed, I too, was lost--
To whiskey, memory, a photograph.
East of that city, the green fields
Are winding away beneath your gaze,
And here, west of that city, there is
No water deep enough to let me forget...
-excerpted from the poem Departure by Joe Bolton