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« Garbo Speaks | Poetry and Stories | Growing Up »April 17, 2005
Graded Ghazal
The blank blackboard holds many notes, but you cannot read them.
Tests without paper have no right answers and are self-graded.
I run to my destination so I can wait longer for you to arrive.
Trains that pass in the night make love only in the train yard.
Favors return to their origin when they decide to come home.
I accomplish more without my involvement; I only get in my way.
The wise rabbit runs slowly in front of the fox.
The end of the journey is not death, but domicile.
Posted by BlueWolf on April 17, 2005 06:57 PM