A microscopic home.

this is a literary blog. i'm literate so i must have something to say. hopefully.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Cassiopeia ( the winter sky)

You are calling my name across counties, to
fumble through the wide country roads.

so, I will
at the onset of snow,

come upon your city slowly.

Beneath the bridges
I can feel you
resting in the water,
with your eyes turned ever upwards
awaiting my arrival
hopeful I misread the map.

we can omit these betrayals.

stitch them into the walls of my childhood home
barricade the screen door

the December winds are furious when
lovers meet
in the pre-dawn

they encircle us with hailstorms
while we struggle with words -
apologize before we even begin.


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