Sunday, September 28, 2008

 

A Point of Time

Pointed Time What'll we do with the young? Not a thing. 
They'll take care of us. Prior to a neighborhood softball game, 
the young guys vs the old, I stood, as always with the young, 

 They shove me to the other side. 

...seeing the dust cloud now...

Choking Acid of it.

They laugh still. Still.

Game long, twilight quiets the
flaming girders above the factory.

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