Desire
original version: Mon, 23 Mar 1998
revised June, 2001
there it hangs
pinned on cluttered bulletin board
held firm though breezes blow
until fresh desire pulls tacks
old longing sent fluttering
might be chased down
maybe placed further along
or left crumpled in pocket
slipped in anonymous brown envelope
to corner mailbox and sent or
scrawled on dirty napkin
soon to be tossed aside
blazoned boldly across morning sky
to be dissipated by first breeze
new words formed, enormous,
by each pass of pilot
painstakingly chisled into stone
tiny letters but perfect phrases
enlivening sunny warm garden path
or as starkly chilling marking death
desires a simple yardsale note
ignored by passing shoppers
© 2001 Tom Coleman
Another poem: "Disconnect"
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