Poetry

This room of the undone hour

I thought of you
this morning as Nick Cave
sang to the sky
with its beads of water
falling too quickly
driving from him
to myself, toward you
with a sense of defeat.
My heart refuses to love another,
abuses the other.
This world is full of overgrown gardens
and overgrown children
and this is the room where
the hours are undone.

1999

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