by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

Created on: February 26, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

There is a man who waits
at the stem of Kuamoo Road
and he is waiting
for his life
to begin.

There is a woman who sits in the dark
and she drinks all alone,
she is waiting for
her life
to end.

I stand alone
in shadows
and I sketch out their frames
sitting near
in the secret
of disguise.

I'll be a lilac
be at least a petal
or an amaranth
in their wake
I will treasure all
the lessons found
as I fly
so very far away.

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