Thursday, April 14, 2011


Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone grey
and browns gone grey
and yellow
a terrible amber.
In the cold streets
your warm body.
In whatever room
your warm body.
Among all the people
your absence.
The people who are always
not you.

I have been easy with trees
too long.
Too familiar with mountains.
Joy has been a habit.
this rain.

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