at the end of the world

By: deborahsc

Nov 17 2007

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Category: Poetry

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at the end of the world

we will be standing

as we have

our whole natural lives


 

some of us will be on the side

some of us will be on the side

of the poor, the lonely, the quirky


 

at the end of the world

we will be standing

at the door, the breath

of new worlds

in our faces

where circles will be

what makes us forever


 

let those of us who feel

more complex, less round

take the circles and turn them

into knots

eternal knots

everyone will be satisfied


 

at the end of the world

i will be found waiting

at the corner of broad and south

for the #18 bus headed north

not wanting to leave

my copy of the beatitudes

behind so as not to lose my place

in line among the meek, the sorrowful

the pure of heart, the forgetful

  

3/31/07

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