It seems to me that I've seen, and praised, this poem elsewhere?
Ah, perhaps you blogged it?
On 7/6/05, Richard Jeffrey Newman <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> A Place To Make Your Wishes All Come True
>
> They never touched when others were around.
> You had to find the presence in their eyes
> of hunger. That's how you knew, unless you chose
> not to. Yesterday, they walked the sand
> of this too flat beach just inside the line
> the water leaves each time a wave withdraws.
> Her hands shaped the air; he kept his gaze
> fixed on the ground as if it might open
> beneath each next step they took—and then it did.
> I know you'll think I'm back to my old ways,
> but I'm clean, no dope and not a sip of booze
> for the last ten years. This is where I stood
> when the earth's mouth gaped. They didn't miss
> a step, I swear. Then they were gone. Like this.
>
> Richard
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