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Tonight might be different.
We could renounce our names,
have them put to better use,
and leave them behind.

We’ll log endless miles and
I’ll lie to you and
you’ll believe my lies and
we’ll make a pact
to keep things just so.

We’ll shake hands along the way,
hands of others, that is,
some of those held too long
for comfort—too long for them.

And much as our cherished
poems will be performed
out of tune and off-key with
words amiss or mispronounced,
we will, nonetheless,
applaud and rejoice because
we’re novices in this business,
after all, and will be such for
many a morning to come.

You might say, of course,
that a hot-dog dinner
is just as fine,
for it all comes down to
how long we are a collective pronoun,
as opposed to a base-2 number
of a less imaginative kind.

robert

Enthusiastic photographer. Loves stories too.