For all we

It wasn't as if 
we knew, all we knew
was the light that gushed 
in the big square window 
for all we knew it was winter
we were cold. 

The row of raw 
candlesticks flooded us with
hours, upon mornings spent 
in wet soles, lungfuls of mist
to start each day. For all we

knew we were perfectly
ordinary, matter of fact 
on the pavement we chatted the
concrete levelers waiting til
we finally left. 

Put those glass ashtrays to use
now our uses are different and 
no one can say if 
the cliff ahead is worth 
arriving early for

but that we were 
for all we knew 
we were waiting for 
something to happen. 


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