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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.