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Industrial Arts

artist, author and designer for the stage…

poem for a girl…

tired I am of looking at your photos
my longing has transpired
and you have not arrived
so I am to take it
that you have no desire
no intent to invest
just a side glance
of timid amusement
a brevity of scornful mirth
or is it just that you are unsure
afraid to risk
afraid to put it on the line
to come to terms
a meeting of minds
I wonder this
as time moves on
and the cold wind between us
grows strong