Saturday, April 28, 2012

In That Instant When

It becomes — during a discussion between
creationists, history — slave
of perception — or rationalists — history
wild card in poker game —

it happens — I remember the way
sun slanted sand dunes — Grand Bend
and bent into sunset, camp fire, beer,
word games — the rush and wind

winding through your hair — words
dressing the sidewalk — 1969 —
reality two-stepping it with antithesis
and hair hanging down like a black tie.

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