He trips all over himself,
fumbles about and nervously
clears his frog throat.
He tries to explain
the world in his mind,
the hope and the light,
the fear and the doubt,
but all falls, trips,
down the stairs of
her thought, dismissed,
tossed out like refuse.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
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