Thursday, August 20, 2009

April 28, 2009

While walking last night,
I found a small book of matches.

The front design was fading,
and the matches were worn.

Nonetheless, I slipped one through
the bent book hoping it would ignite.

Predictably, the match didn't light
and I continued my pilgrimage in the dark,

heavy with the thought that if I wait,
I too will be rendered useless,

A wordless book and the sulfur I still smell.

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