Page 3 - Magazine Sample
P. 3
POEMS
I was ruining my eyes in bad light as a favor to you
Across the Desert to LA
In a belief that the best opportunities are exacted from the dark
I was given new maps every day
To prevent news of my arrival
From reaching any further than the next hill
I always knew you'd be there
Waiting with the door half-open
And all the lights on upstairs
Languishing with some bad news
At the end of a few well connected thoughts
When a more comprehensive perspective was what was needed
So I turned and faced the man on the hill
Who was sketching the battle from memory
Assumption and conviction had come to mean the same thing for both of us
He thought he should put something down on paper
Here near the top of the page
think his work was of some personal interest to anyone
