for Greg Gamage
Not a second glance will you get
No second thoughts, no compliment
People step on your shoe, hit past
On their way out, will not regard
The thankful loops most live in –
Sometimes you want to ask them
Ask why do you – of all your goodness
Why will none ever be directed at me
And when the warm days arrive
When you start to see lovers again
When the spring is finally returned
And you look to rhyme what you see
A sullenness still waits there, open –
The obviousness of such indifference
You will resent – the attack is personal
Only because it is you and me and them.
(2005)
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