Tuesday, March 18, 2014

He Never Talks to Me

Sometimes while you’re sitting petting
one of your good friends -- pondering,
as usual, beginnings and their ends,

parsing probabilities, attempting
to track trends -- you suddenly get
hungry but you can’t think what to eat.

Abstraction you find easy, the concrete
has you beat. Perhaps you ought to ask
your friend what he would find a treat.


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