not perfect
know that
moving toward
not there
may I never arrive
the learning
the mistakes
because I am
not correct
may I never arrive
always open
to changes
a wrong thing
not learned
may I never
the process
beautiful, painful
only way
of teaching
may I never
I wake up
I stand on
the balcony
watching rain
a lightning rod
may you never learn
may you never arrive
my cold hand
your warm hair
a lightning rod
please may you
may I never awake
to learning other
or to arriving there
Friday, September 24, 2010
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