For Sha

I think if patient I could be
a silent mouse
a quiet tree
if I could firm my mouth and shut
oh how happy we could be
but I cannot
my innermost still marshals on
to fight the war within and out
my solemn pump resists the day
the changing of the tides
the timid tremble of your tears
the treble of your lies
me. 11-19-2001

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