the curve in the sand where your body rested
cuts in the folds of the heart
to go to the end of the lane and find questions
a metaphor in another language
the singer who falters
the sun in the dark
footprints back of the wasteland
antelope dozing and wide awake lion
the wave that is over
the shore that is taken
the only card in the deck that is missing
the myth that is real in the mist of first light
the eyes of the guilty who watched and did nothing
only a moment to think of you
dead leaves and old clothes and grey hair and sonnets
and all of the ways to surrender
pick one