Tuesday, April 07, 2009

lenten journal: credits

sit long enough in the dark
of the theater, and the credits will
roll down far enough to name

man on corner

who was only on camera for a
moment, or perhaps a line,
moving the tale from here to there

there was one in my story today

he stood in the dark on ninth street
waiting for the light to change;
I drove past and we waved

OK – it was the guy head bob thing

and I came home to find
my wife and stereo schnauzers
and promises to keep

and he walked out of my story

and on into the night,
and the darkness that tells his
story, of which one credit reads

man in jeep.


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zorra said...