Wednesday, February 11, 2004


Because I forgot to stop for You
After the yellow rays had bent
You tenderly touched my eyes—
And I slowly awakened

Stashing away my chores—
Into brown paper bags
Left behind—not befitting
For the trotting horses—

We traveled on gravel
I dropped- along the way—
Sodium chloride packs—
Melting beneath horseshoes

Together we passed the bus
A child in purple coating
Smiled alone in frozen cream
The mitten—only hanging—

We passed the brick house
In towering trees,
Seeing Juliet in peach Rose
Crying, Dancing, Calling, Dying—

Since then, the brown wooden stage
Tarnished with performance
Shorter than understood—by me
Ended in proximity—


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