Poetry and Prose
Monday, July 5, 2010
Forget...
The letdown comes
like that haze
after
when the adrenaline
rushes
from the field
and leaves legs
unsteady
fawn-like
barely able
to support this woman
who needs to be
everywhere
everywhere with you
and yet remains
fixed, still, nowhere
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