2002-07-05 - 2:19 p.m.
spreading ourselves thin,
we sat on folding chairs
at the back of the lawn,
and watched it all die
from the very first gasp,
to the last hiss
but we did not weep
instead we took off our hats
and did a silent tap dance
over the thin mirror
that separates
you from her
and her from you
and you from him
and him from me
and then we took our gloves
and wiped the spit
from our lives
