Saturday, February 11, 2012

A Trail

Memories in tributaries
make him up –
codes in cartoon face –
the wayward glance

made flesh –
enmeshed and mapped
and stacked illiberally close –
as if identity

depended on them,
which it does:
the buzz
of a bewilderment –

the bits of past –
amass into a tale –
a story he can tell himself –
a trail.


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