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April 15, 2003
forgiveness

in my mind’s eye
time is not
a stopped watch on a crushed morning
but a moving target
that somehow turns minutes into decades
and lifetimes into 100-word elegies

God
paints pictures on clouds
that below rain down
beads of colors that blur sight
in searing reds and blacks and whites
but above is more planned than panned

i believed in blood oaths
and thought maybe you’d leave me
something more solid than a memory
and less expensive than a wound

now i’m longing for the day when
regret
is the memory
and forgiveness
the option

i’m looking for