the evening is not
lonely. it's just I'm day and
you're night - still apart.
we walked up and down
the stairs together, living
in the same tall space.
I saw a thousand
mayflies, but lost them trying
to count silver wings.
every time a boat
swam by I worried the waves
would swamp my city.
I live here, and so
does everyone else. We try
all day to forget.
I did not wave back
because my arms were full of
rain. I am sorry.
almost never get
scared; we're cradling the end.
it's more important.
love all -
ds
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Honest to God, I don't understand why you're not in a book yet.
Loved it.
well, to repeat myself and give more and more excuses... I plan on trying to refocus my whole artistic side after we buy this house. then I might try and get it together enough and start feeling out some contests and books and whatever. will see. it's on my list. I did just order a music recorder to use for my studio. so might try and meld the 2 - music and poems. will see what happens and doesn't. thanks and later.
ds
Love this, especially: I did not wave back
because my arms were full of
rain. I am sorry.
Reiterating Third Worstess question.
I agree with Stacy - that same exact line made an impression on me as well.
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