Tuesday, January 19, 2010


We gather in Denny’s
demanding nights darkness
denying dawns presence
until we’re ready for today.
Dancing our words
between the plates
giggling girlishly at history, and
speaking through the silences.
We are discovering, secretly,
our endearing future,
by driving out the doubts
of a dying past, while
the madness of morning
drowns in a basket
of delicious cheese sticks.

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