MARCH 17, 2006

Love is a play
in which we both played the fool.
Chasing after
ephemeral beads -
smooth, round -
with an unending continuity.
In running,
there is no future.
In chasing,
only persistence:
stubborn
and in denial.
And when act one ends,
the curtain
will never fall.

Act II.
We recommence.