I Who Am Longing

I Who Am Longing

I Who Am Longing

for God knows
what

and three other things

wonder just
how

to remove the rebar

four feet in
length

thrust from back to chest

narrowly missing lungs
heart

when careless I plunged

from the rickety scaffold
of dreams

blue skies peel

angels alight from gargantuan
cranes

descend wielding hack saws

salty smell of blood
wet concrete

hazards on site

danger of desire in the
unfinished life

© 2010 andrew kooman

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