2013/10/11

On the road 1

In case I meet you
on the road
I will don
my sharpest clothes

shine my boots
gird up my guts
soften my hands
confine my hair

practise my words
arrange my face
squeegee my eyes
check my teeth
     in the cracked mirror

I will don
my sharpest clothes
in case I meet you on
the road

     however unlikely that
     may be


Jackson (Western Australia)

1 comment:

  1. Makes me think of the times I have felt like this; that things could be different, if I had been better prepared, presented...and hoping for a chance meeting, though knowing it would never come, around, ever again.

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