Over The Rhine — if you haven’t met them yet, go introduce yourself; they are quite friendly, and extremely talented.
I have to leave the city now, she said,
Or dash my soul against my will instead.
I do not wish to have the quiet part of me
That once could rest (the part
That could just be) tossed
Aside and left somewhere
Tonight it seems to me
That what some friends call energy
Is nothing more than a phenomenon of nature known as
“Incurable Whirling Disease.”
Please, take me far from here, she said,
The buildings sting and echo
With the fumy cries of yellowjacket cars.
I took her hand in mine and said,
I’m thinking of a place now
Where I used to have to tell myself
Those are not clouds,
Copyright 2007, Linford Detweiler
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