A Prayer of Regrets
Maybe I should have
bought Fort Garry Personnel
for a dollar instead of letting it
die. But I thought of next month's
office rent.
I remember having a desk to
sit behind with a phone
to make appointments,
life sized, watching the
business world tense around me.
It would have been worth a dollar
to play in a lonely historic place,
continuing for another month
to cherish small hopes, not
quite well-dressed and smiling.
A bottle of sugar
in a glass of wine,
pressing a tender,
frightened heart
into the body of a soldier.
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