Jim knows a thing about packages
moon. this one may be small
but it’s perfect
(for you)
(Frank thinks so too)
Category: you’re it
Things I Wanted To Write About While There Was Still Time
Your smile.
The way you turn
to face the window
as
you walk in.
Careful to stand
with your outside boots
inside the rug.
How the weary day dissolves
in the last pool
of December sun.
Reminding me to love exactly
this moment.
As if there wasn’t
another.
I wanted to tell you
the truth.
Dust your ears
with pollen. You would
hardly notice my tiny feet.
My wings, fluttering
lighter than air.
I wanted to sing you
to life. Send
pinwheel dandelion seeds
to dance
across your cheek.
I wanted to breathe you
in and in
and
in again.
None of this melts
your icicle eyes.
You do not notice
my tiny feet. Wings,
lighter than air.
Truth.
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Posted in hello, moon, and you're it
moonsong
hot on your trail
with the top down
moon. even our skin
wants
to dance
with you.
Traffic
I saw you
walking home late
afternoon. Maybe
after dinner
at
your mother’s.
Looking right.
Then left. Before
crossing to close the last
block.
I wonder, if she served
mashed potatoes.
Your mother.
If she knew
the wind
was not the first, today
to sift your curls.
Kiss
your cheek.