| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| BLOOD AND URINE From a distance across a room after all these days of no sight no sound no evidence of your existence Across this crowded space before me a score of hostages of our intellectual cold war I spy, with my little eye the skirt the stocking the leather jacket and the laugh that is you in these situations. Between us, a gulf widens with every instance we don't acknowledge our history and each other. From a distance that grows as I step back gaining perspective I never had before I realize just how beautiful you are. |