What Happens Again

Iíve seen it before:
an old building
comes down,
but the sky
doesnít 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 weíve been,
people weíve known,
dreams we are in.

November 18, 2005

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