HIS intence stare gradually <br />dissolved into tears, tears, <br />dripping off his cheeks, tears, <br />washing his hands, tears, cleaning <br />the heart, tears, giving him strengh <br />to fly again. <br />HE stands up, only to fix his tie, <br />then takes a deep breath, and <br />starts to fly again.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/23-fitzroy-road-fix-his-tie/
