15 oct. 2003

Million Poems:

"913

More than most things do I enjoy the sight of hundreds of trucks
Under sodium arcs just outside Secaucus.

In my heart there is a film festival
Where I sit next to you and whisper
Innocent, cynical remarks, fighting handily
My shame to know one as beautiful as you.
You lean over and smile and suddenly we are old."

I especially like the last line here.