The Search

I might be a fool.

Sitting on a bench beside

some railroad tracks, waiting

for someone to jump out in

front of me – clever.

Wait long enough and the

world gives you something

to cry about. You wouldn’t

recognize me here, but you’d

know what I’m doing, what

we’ve always been doing,

searching for the last line

of this poem.

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