When You Were Water
Icicles hid in the hard night that wasn’t quite yet.
I’d been hanging in the tree four days already.
In a dream, the house slid under the mud
then into the river: We change our minds.
Become rain on the face of the sky where
trees hide their heads in the cold dark,
replacing the dream of drowning
with a long, leaf-ticked shadow.
Which turns to ice, falls.
And there you are.
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moments I
Perfect Spot
Pins on the eaves of the stone church. (You are tiny in your forgiveness.) A row of teeth on a standpipe, or a nice low ledge.
Don’t stay here – not, go away forever.
Regret, at Night
A falling leaf casts a shadow that looks, for a moment, like something running away from me.
4th of July
“Me & Steve & Dragon rode down to Red Hook to see if we could get into my old apartment… which we could.”
Bad Kids
They sneak home at 8:30 a.m., smiling. Sheepish sheep of the afternoon high.
They laugh quietly, tap on the windows.
There are three of them, one more than there should be.
Phenomenon
Any time is strange but this one. The wind you cannot see.
You can’t imagine August 2008. Try. You can’t.
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