Donna Martin: Listen
Weatherworn
(Donna Martin)
we are standing in the water
trickling down from everywhere
as if decency was planted
like a glacier in the air
with the temperature rising
and the profile losing form
we try to memorize the outline
turning weatherworn
then by chance we met a dry man
who could recall a time
when truth and habit stood
together in a line
we felt the past turn present
by the mention of it's name
suddenly realizing we had
something to reclaim and there was
no cry no goodbye no ending regret
just a fast eye asking real wide
has the bridge burned
has the bridge burned out yet
each day we're compromising
for better or for worse
sometimes we can barely tell
the blessing from the curse
when the big wheels of ambition
reach the bell and make it ring
I've seen some winners
walk away and give up everything
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