#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

#27. In the evening

September 22, 2009

In the evening

evening evening
close dusk air
somehow makes me
aware of how much
how difficult
how long
you will
be gone gone gone
and just
how sweet your return
will could be
if I just remember how you we are
In the evening
evening evening.

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