Confession to Montgomery, Asleep on the Church Steps
If I walk quietly by
it is not to avoid disturbing you,
but rather myself. What
could I give you
but another bagel, the
boiled dough of nothingness
rising in cloudy water,
delaying, perhaps, another
guilty twinge. You have no
answers but when you
speak to the air, sometimes
a smile creaks through
the broken words, and I
think even in this cloistered
darkness we may close
the circle between halves
and might-have-beens,
an understanding, if only
in the language of bread
and coffee and the
disregarded. But today I stride
on, without pause, counting
on nothing that can’t be
pocketed or spoken aloud,
my steps echoing down
the alley and its secrets,
along the crosswalk’s painted
guides, under the sagging
power lines and through
your streetlight’s dim halo.
O at the Edges 
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Powerful piece, Robert.
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Thanks very much, Gus.
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Great poem! Thanks for checking out poems2go. if you have any shorter poems, I’d be happy to consider them for poems2go publication.
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Thank you, Christine. I’ll send some short pieces to you.
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A powerful poem. Amazing images.
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Moving. Powerful.
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Thank you!
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