They were shoelace strangers.
The kind that matched
Even though one's ends were frayed
And the other was a tad too long.
Like the kind that come pre-threaded
And never really meet til they're thrown away
Used and dirty.
Replaced with new and left with each other.
Perfectly analogous.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
April 20th, 2oo9
Poem by bamboo boy at 11:33 PM
Labels: fish, photography, poem, relationships
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