#481. merrily

September 17, 2011

it’s as if the window is a river
flowing past at full flood
and my heart is a blur
collecting yearnings
conciousness
twigs

#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

#240. grey wing

April 22, 2010

past
my long
day following
the flight of a gull
from the balcony railing
wheeling past a thousand
blind windows riding the spring
wind with wings fully outstretched
quavering catching the updraft sailing
over the east river beyond the high towers
of the brooklyn bridge out of sight i feel again

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