Sunday, June 16, 2013


after Williams and Creeley

on the window
            rain collects
as do the words
that must be remembered

the trees
            in the distance
spread                        to let in
               rain, returning
for nourishment—

keeping us apart

is the love we need,
so badly,
rushing towards the sea?

thoughts bring you to me

            I am an object of wetness,
and she
            a decent happiness

in dreams
we are walking
on invisible waves,

the rain has arrived

and with each drop
the world changes

one indifference             at a time

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