He came to me , a boy
long haired and scared
his shining eyes seeking a question
his brain had not yet formed.
Weeks later, he was a man
touched by pain, but still eager to learn. The question silent in hazel stillness
with no where to go.
New Year and a night of music
with rythym moving
the question bounced
from lips to eyes and back again.
Perhaps tomorrow it will be formed.
Perhaps tomorrow he will try the question again.
February 18th 1994
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