Elevation Burger

some things unfold in polite rhyme.
he orders cheeseburgers: two
i say he was ten minutes late but he points out
he is three hours early
we politely share fries
there is a formal distance in this man
i probably knew in six other lives; maybe i was the one
to present the medal in a somber scene or collect a tax:
maybe i was the one who had to stand roughshod
while the parade passed by, with rushes for light

Rosemarie Koch

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