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Showing posts from August, 2009

Dupont Circle

To begin with nothing At a quarter-turn the sun shines The world is filled with promise to shout so loud the Capitol shakes and Wall Street trembles as the French sigh and open another bottle of wine Haunted by the threat of your every curve Knowing you're the one God has put on this earth Half-turn and the melancholy grabs me like a bouncer Why this ending must be so sad Why I'm tortured by the things you said to me in a cab God's great painting springs to life Joggers take a bench to let their circumlocution run I am mute My hands are tied/she got me with/nothing to win ... Heart bursts again like the finale of Moulin Rouge And I end as I began with nothing to lose But this burning desire to be with you Now and til the end of time. Dupont Circle, Washington DC