The smell of strong liquor
And aftershave
Immediately spun me
Back there.
To a place without future,
Without heart, without hope.
So long ago it seems
The pieces were assembled
The picture
Made anew.
How can it be
That life's transitions
Become a commonplace episode
On the path
Of leading me here?
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
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