Saturday, January 27, 2007

A Man with an Arm, a Woman with Meritorious Beauty

Could a loving cup and a bowling trophy get together?
There’s a favorable reflection in each other’s eyes,
Although he’s of the alleys and gutters
And she’s from a land of leisure and windswept
Checkbooks of the finest swoops and inklings.
There was the highway to consider, the freight
Lines of their interludes in an automobile on their way
To some dark domestic structure to sit by a fire.
Hot under the collar, gilding much conflict,
Madame Absentia and Mister Anonymous
Moved them about the round room of patterns,
And finally set them apart on a card table and drink cart,
As if on some honeymoon in the wilderness,
Which they were sure had been eliminated.
O the pining, the wishing to be near, even settling,
Dare say, for dust and the names of those who won.
They began to call the world “impossible”
And themselves “cracked”, and their relationship
Was never quite celebrated and never accomplished much.

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