Other Faith

So many friends in the distance, waiting

for me . . . for the day to be
gone. For the next car on the
      freeway to move fast enough.

the answer? Where I sit in this
belt (can you see these trees?)   above
      the city, there is

      to say in
answer to the question, to myself-to
you all, in the
  small cars moving
away! other

"Breathe in, breathe
again . . .

breathe on me."

~~ Stan Burriss

Written at Tent City 2, summer 1998

Stan Burriss