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jjcsm Feb 2012
Is it possible to know another
to become as one
or is that something poets, lovers,
and fools say
to excuse their own
folly
And, really, would we
want that kind of intimacy
and, if so,
how long
I have seen
the loss of love
the failures
the crash
the weepers
the drunks
for we are all here now
jjcsm Feb 2012
I have wandered
your midnight streets
     aimlessly
not seeking
(which is the point)

Taking
everything in
and taking nothing

Leaving no mark
or trail

Unbidden, unsought
and unremembered

We are the children
of this new land
America

Who can tell me
any different?

— The End —