Emergence
and Emergency (by Brian Russell)
It
was a simpler time then when
We
were simple things alone in
the world we
Performed
the rote tasks of our singular
Existences once a week I walked a block
To the
laundromat with my sad sack
Of used clothes
while you pushed a sorry cart
Piled high with
frozen food
We
were two planes on the same path at
Different
altitudes we were two trains
leaving
Union
station at 3:17 on different tracks bound
For
the dusty towns of someone else’s past
We
weren’t meant to meet but did
My
hand already charting a careful course
Up
your blouse you warned me
This
is going to get complicated
You
were right
I
don’t know what’s going to happen
To
you next I hardly
Sleep I can’t
Develop
a routine I want you to live
Forever
or at least longer than
Me which is the only child
Of
forever I don’t regret
Anything our complexes our love
In
the face of certainty.
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