Monday, December 10, 2007

on a tardy
meteor, silver
in its debris, R.E.M.
escaping, seeping
in a fourteen hour
trail, you
arrived, wings
unfurled, one
lone crane, knowing
you will not stay

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

(to d)

you whispered
brautigan on an afternoon
a little like this, warm
sun rubbing against
the window, you –
consistently hard
on the outside, loose
ends within. and even
now, my hands are
inadequate, too small
to hang on to my own
while reaching
over the millennium
to tie yours, but there
is still enough here
to mention:
finally, i found
him this afternoon
and he held me
together – long enough
to reach
out and touch
those eyes
how high