someone tripped on the way to graduation
the same one who tripped on a wire in this case
someone got a haircut and i noticed
but i noticed with a secondary depth of knowing why it was done
when it was done
but i don't know why i know or how
i might be wrong
but some indication says i'm not and yet
how reminiscent it is
so like my own journey to the altar
(which never was more than a journey
kind of like going to bethlehem on a donkey
and then suddenly remembering i forgot
to turn off the coffee pot and
going back
to deliver my baby alone)
without joseph, the wise men, or the fairy godmother
and the star in my heart
instead of the sky
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More later. Have to be back by curfew.
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