I keep rubbing the desktop,
trying to make the
condensation marks
go away;
after a dozen tries,
with no success
(story of my life),
I realize that they are
just shadows,
cast by the lamp
on the desk;
how much of the rest
of my life
can be explained
that way?

December 25, 2008.

Copyright © 2008, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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