What Happens Again
an old building
comes down,
but the sky
doesn’t rush in
to take its place.
A loved one dies,
but I can still
see the lines
on his face.
I can count
the bricks
that were there,
feel the warmth
in his hands.
Desire lingers
in a doorway
where light
never ends.
What happens
happens again:
places we’ve been,
people we’ve known,
dreams we are in.
November 18, 2005
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