old woman young girl
down steel and concrete steps hope
bloomed the heart of life
moving high in one pair of eyes
in the great alone on the thousand eyed subway train

there is a dream of you in time
in the minds of the none who remember you
my heart leaps as it breaks

#555. short story

January 30, 2013

he said, the first time i look into your eyes
i must know that these eyes
may also be the last eyes
i see before the gift
is given to me.
she asked, what gift?
death.
then may i hold your hand?

#485. ten

November 25, 2011

in the cycling
of days years grow
we that is us becomes 
momentum and the moment
as well as golden promises that shine
in a bright glimmering line between our eyes 
that was a corner we turned together before we knew
we could ever know that we could ever sing our strings together

#457. no more rice or salt

January 29, 2011

once you go you’re gone
down the ghost subway 
no more rice or salt
to feel or make

old dreams young
and young dreams old
the sea returns me
and by the sea i escape

the compass
in my bakers hand
encircles my flying mind
crowns and directs me found

in the great alone
stuck deep in the thousand eyes
of subway trains
crushed
hope
still
bloomed
the heart of life
moving high in one pair of eyes
in the great alone

#442. mom

December 1, 2010

all those years
the fall wind through an open window
the white hood
your closed eyes silent staring at mine
which are yours

#438. tired and true

November 22, 2010

the facts
dont match the time
is running the river is too
dreams speed even faster to close
the day

#433. missing you

November 16, 2010

since
you must 
dreaming sweetly lay
imagination of lips and soft breath
and sleeping your words sing and play
goodnight daughter teach each other another day

#402. another why

October 6, 2010

the way you laugh
in pure unguarded concentration
eyes shining stars
liquid music for your thirsty lover

a small thing
but beyond value

#400. two sides of winter

October 4, 2010

the first tree has turned
the city goes autumn
catches the wind
the rain sweeps
the plaza
leaves
swirl
my eyes
follow one high
the bridge flying
in the mist anchors
the future spring beyond

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