Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The Messenger

(from a 5/24 dream)

The '66 Big Sur silver dollar
changed hands, changed color
like his shirt, like the memoir
he'd hung on his front door,
loose wires around the missing buzzer.

"He's alive," I whispered. "She loves you."

"I couldn't be in a car with her
for more than an hour."

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