04-28-09
Three Years / Project Poem-A-Day: Day 25
Three Years
Magical, coo the uninitiated. The week ends the way
lyrics begin in three minute-long pop songs. Celebratory: as if
melodies were incidental, meaning were optional, and
rhymes and catchy hooks told less than the whole story. The crowd
dances to the rhythm of each others breathing. I hear my story from her throat.
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