There are more like us. All over the world
There are confused people, who can't remember
The name of their dog when they wake up, and people
Who love God but can't remember where
He was when they went to sleep. It's
All right. The world cleanses itself this way.
A wrong number occurs to you in the middle
Of the night, you dial it, it rings just in time
To save the house. And the second-story man
Gets the wrong address, where the insomniac lives,
And he's lonely, and they talk, and the thief
Goes back to college. Even in graduate school,
You can wander into the wrong classroom,
And hear great poems lovingly spoken
By the wrong professor. And you find your soul
And greatness has a defender, and even in death you're safe
Art credit: Photograph of "TNT Collaborative Journal #1," a "collaborative journal ... made from Nickle Silver and white leather ... [with] ten signatures of 140# hot press Fabriano Artistico watercolor paper," by Tracy Moore and Teesha Moore (originally color).
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