saturday

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L322i7aMF_4

You'll Do

Of all the intersecting lines in the sand
I routed a labyrinth to your lap.
I never used a map sliding off the land
On an incidental tide,
And along the way you know, they try
They try.
Shins "sea legs"

He looked just like you.
Same build, same quiet charm,
same coloring, same hands, same facial hair even.

I couldn't believe it--as I stood in the shoe repair store
gaping at this man.
He must have thought I had a problem.