It Always Starts This Way

It always starts this way: a poem
buried deep in the pages of a book
by an unknown hand. Then, love.

Love of books, love of poems, love of the unknown.

Everything begins in this way. Everything ends
in an accident we blame on God.

But poetry won’t save us from the end.
One day the pages of the book
will stick together, and to pry them apart
we’ll need a lifetime of nimble fingers.

By then it will already be too late.

Marc Alan Di Martino

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2 Responses to “It Always Starts This Way”


  1. 1 Dave King October 29, 2007 at 1:53 am

    I loved this, Marc. Congratulations, and good luck with the blog! Keep me posted…

  2. 2 Kristin November 5, 2007 at 1:25 pm

    Marc– What a great poem. I enjoyed reading it over a few times. I miss your mind and the way you see the world! Ryan and I are really looking forward to seeing you soon. With love– K


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