So today someone shouted at you from a rock
You turned the other cheek reluctantly
Because he was a kid
I was not as interested as you
wanted me to be
I wasn't sure you wanted me to be
Outraged
Or impressed.
I'm wearing a new autumn pink
Like the tips of the leaves
On my lips
And you barely notice
Because the fight is on
Some Siberian giant or other
This time I'm not even curious
This is segregated living
Where east meets west
There were lines drawn in the sand
when we met
Never crossed except in truce
You Tony, I, cleo.
I think we may have met
on the Mongolian steps
Just after the ice age
Now you are more interested in
Creatures of your own construction
And I'm watching you through a veil of
Ice.
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